Unask

I know I am dying
we all are
life ends……. most tragically
or that is what we all perceive
now my hands shake
and my arms ache
many days it’s hard to breathe
I sleep each night
with a breathing machine
and I am haunted by
nightmares and dreams
I know I am living
where most are not
life is…… simply a blessing
I speak with God
He answers me
unask your questions
as I perceive His words to me
accept the grace on simple faith
accept God’s love- His gentle love
when I see neither rhyme nor reason
God has a plan for every season

© 2008 Brian’s Prose

What Comes Next

WHAT COMES NEXT
We stood at the banks
of the river of souls
watching tears flow
wondering what comes next
after my death
l have no love of Earth
living simply hurts
but I love the life God gave
it's me He made
from birth to my grave
Soul after soul floats by
everyone cries
all who have died
and those who never tried
I thank God I am alive
with even Parkinson's I thrive
God is at my side
I want to cry
I'm alive
© 2008 Brian’s Prose

The Past

To tread with ease
in this world diseased
by birth blind we see
what we expect to see
this world as we want it to be
we are bound by paradigm
in our thoughts sublime
in Milton’s garden
or our dreams of Eden
with and without freedom
each walk of life
with joy or strife
truths or contradiction
each bit of fiction
each fiend or victim
each walks to please
Our lights denied….
we are blind in mind
our hearts- unsighted
most walk an easy path
most tread on solid ground
few tread the razor’s edge
few really read the past
pretentious pompous fools
most kiss Shakespeare’s ass
so few will read the past

© 2008 Brian’s Prose

The Morning Creeps

Sunday morning creeps at me
I don’t know just what words to say
it isn’t just another day
it is God’s day that I must keep
now this night I cannot sleep
I’m forty-eight my time flies by
I have Parkinson’s I wonder why
I am going deaf and loosing sight
there is a cataract in my left eye
and I’m not aware of other things
I know what I know- that’s all I mean
still it hurts inside when I dream
with most of life behind today
I have no hope of destiny…..
my future looks both dark and grim
is this penance for my sin
I pray a while I know God hears
His laughter rings deep in my ears
I know God loves me it’s in His Word
I fight back tears- I have not heard
my stomach churns I throw up phlegm
Sunday comes- the day begins
I pray for sanctuary I pray for peace
and ask God for His loving Grace
then ask for help to live His way
I’d like to live a life of ease
to love this world and not believe
that is not God’s choice for me
He let me see a bit of truth
now it affects all that I do
all I am- my attitudes
every thought- all issues

© 2008 Brian’s Prose