A street child is begging for a slice of bread,
\nHis dull black eyes spelling hopeless despair\u2026
\nA woman neatly dressed in a luxurious coat
\nQuickly looks away, then crosses the road.
\nA limousine driver brakes excessively,
\nHoots in anger, shouts aggressively
\nAs a wasted old tramp limps across the street:
\nDown trodden, barely able to breathe.<\/p>\n
Life is an endless, motley, milling mass
\nOf coming and going and inhaling trash
\nAnd fighting to survive\u2026
\nAnd no-one seems to care one bit
\nAbout who makes it to the top and who lands in the pit
\nIn this crazy rat race that we call \u201clife\u201d \u2013
\nAll that matters is that “I” should win,
\nCasting all the rest in life’s waste bin.<\/p>\n
A businessman getting home late from work
\nRemoves the mask behind which he lurks
\nHis only companion is his pedigreed dog \u2013
\nHis family’s been lost in life’s fog
\nIn a pub a dad is squandering his weekly wage\u2026
\nNothing’s left for his family in their dead-end maze
\nTheir life without his nurturing has taken its toll
\nLeaving weariness and heaviness of soul.<\/p>\n
Life is an everlasting puppet show,
\nEvery puppet going through their own private hell
\nPlaying life from bow to bow.
\nAnd no-one’s able to walk away
\nAs the puppet master keeps us all at bay
\nWith invisible strings from which we dangle
\nEach of us awaiting fate
\nIn life’s drama with it’s senseless debate.
\nLife still holds us in continuous defeat
\nWe’re confusing happiness with lust and greed
\nThe strings that tie us are our prison bars
\nAnd closet skeletons remain where they are.
\nSelfishness controls our lives
\n‘Cause “It’s my OWN little world that has to thrive!”
\nLife’s misery’s becoming more and more\u2026
\nThere\u2019s no escape\u2026 we keep missing the Door\u2026<\/p>\n
And suddenly I realize with ice cold clarity:
\nWe’re forever trying to outdo ourselves
\nWhile we cast the rest of us aside
\nWe’re pushing Life beyond our reach
\nWhile we greedily keep bowing to Mammon’s leech
\nAnd keep ruling our existence from our own little niche
\nFighting stubbornly to be in control
\nAs we’re headed for a strong brick wall.<\/p>\n
And until we acknowledge we\u2019re ALL human souls
\nAnd start to love one another without seeking reward
\nWill we trample each other and take revenge
\n‘Cause “I’m just being my own best friend!”
\nUntil then, Lord Jesus, does the task remain mine
\nTo testify in Your Name \u2013 to be the Light that shines…
\nUntil at last everyone has become Your child
\nWill I point to You as the Door to Life<\/p>\n
Life is an immeasurably priceless entity
\nThat was given to us by our Loving Father
\nFor a moment in eternity
\nAnd what we\u2019ll do with it
\nDepends on whether we’ll be able to realise
\nWe need to enter through Jesus, the only Door
\nThat only then will we really thrive…<\/p>\n
\u00a9 2015 Antoinette LeRoux<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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