09
Feb

The Man of Misdirection…

Man of Misdirection 

He numbs the world

By distance and space,

Or rapid-fire toxic waste

In the form of abuse

From chemical substance.

 

He quietly walks

Thru doors of his own choosing

And leaves the others behind

That are open wide

For the taking.

 

If he only knew

That we still see inside

How we would hew

The best of his pride

 

A change cannot come

Without pain’s clear expression

But he still hides

The truth of all of his distraction

 

How we long to assist

The one of our intentions

How we wish he would reach out

For friendship’s love extensions

 

Our fear is he will die

Before our intervention

But Heaven wants better

Than mere weak observation

 

May God protect

The man of misdirection

Until the day comes

Of a heart’s resurrection.

Monday’s Post: What does baba mean? And what’s the new Word of the Week?

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