Waiting for Redemption

Frozen in the fist of circumstance

dangled over the yawning pit of emptiness

it is tempting to

it is so tempting to…

but what if the most beautiful moments in our lives are waiting to be built with the ice blocks of our pain?

faced with the revelation that all we have worked for is chaff

just waiting to be blown away with the storm of time

it is tempting to

it is so tempting to…

but what if our time of struggle is only the straw that will spun into gold by the same power that sculpted our world?

listening to the howling of the wise

(in their own eyes)

as the moon is shaded by wisps of doubt

it is tempting to

it is so tempting to…

but what if our night is only to increase our anticipation of the coming dawn?

buried by lies

a world of words so thick and deadening

the soul remains hungry…craving

and it is tempting to

it is so tempting to…

believe that a divine love

will breathe a broken spirit back to life