My memories rushing, out with the tide
Tears welling up, bubbling goodbye
Feeling good and bad times, slipping away
Body’s braking, hair turning gray
The elders have lapsed, and now are devoid
Scattered away with, the other broken toys
More are slipping, with times we enjoyed
The only slap left, is being unemployed
© 2014 Michael Yost 04/13
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Anxiety, betrayal, Broken Toys, Choices, Consequences, Death, Dementia, Depression, Elders, Expectations, Faith, Fear, God, Health, Lonliness, losing Memories, Melancholy, Mental Health, Michael Yost, Poetry, Tide, Unemployed
Words of faith spoken
Substance and evidence known
Hoped for and not seen
Elders good report confirms
Words of God creates the world
You receive believed
A stranger seeking a home
Heavenly city
Abraham offered Isaac
Knowing faith would not fail him
© 2012 Michael Yost 3/6
I hope this inspires you to check
the scripture for yourself.
This is not supposed to replace
the Word of God; it’s only my
interpretation.
Check out cloakedmonk.com for other
Interpretations.
Posted in Tanka
Tagged 13-19 Lenten Day 14, Abraham, Believed, Elders, Evidence, Faith, Heavenly City, Hebrews 11:1-3, Isaac, Substance
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