Sometimes having fallen we cry so much
And every consoling soft, helping touch
Does not soothe the fiery pain or remorse
But waters rough patches, smoothes what is coarse
And after, the cure (well after the fall):
To care so little if even at all
After prayer and sleep, now what is the goal
My day to day is just digging this hole
For me to lay down in, where I will sleep
Not very well marked and not very deep
Place a flag that reads: “Lazy bones, don’t cry
No solace right now, your home’s in the sky
And if God bestows you world’s attractions
Spend your time praying they’re not distractions.”
