Wednesday, October 20, 2004

I once noticed a man
he looked like someone I knew
he spoke of familiar things
he acted in similar ways
it peaked my curiosity
the qualities and attributes
that I had seen before
he appeared strong
he sounded integrous
he acted in righteous ways
and I wanted to know more

I followed a man
he looked like someone I knew
he spoke of familiar things
he acted contrary to those familiarities
it caused me to become bewildered
the qualities and attributes
that I saw conflicted
he attempted to hold onto an appearance
he spoke words that he knew sounded integrous
he could not hold up righteousness on his own
and I saw him stumble and fall

I noticed another man
he looked like a man of patience
he spoke in words of truth
he acted in ways that showed love
it gave me hope to see
the hand he offered out
that the man who had fallen could take
he appeared to be strength itself
he sounded like the source of perseverance
he acted as though he were righteousness
and I waited to see how he could help

I watched the man I had followed
he saw the man next to him
he heard many others around him
he put out his hand
it reached out for someone, something
the hand grabbed out to an image
that deceivingly led him on
he became what he reached out to
he dressed the role
he played the part
and I watched him fake his way along

I saw the façade of a man
he looked as an empty shell
he spoke with words that were shallow
he acted in ways not his own
it could not hold him stable
the quicksand of his own deception
that I saw was swallowing his soul
he could not find strength in an image
he could not find integrity in a lie
he could not find righteousness on his own
and I begged the other man to save him.

I could see righteousness
he looked at the fallen man
he spoke to him words of truth
he stretched out his arms
it seemed the saving grace was already there
the hand stretched out all along
that the man need only take
he appeared to stop struggling against the sand
he looked to the voice that he could not ignore
he bowed his head and gave up his hand
and I rejoiced in the hope that was restored

I once again noticed a man
he looked like someone I knew
he spoke of familiar things
he acted in similar ways
it gave me great joy
the qualities and attributes
that I knew were more than a show
he appeared strong
he sounded integrous
he acted in righteous ways
and I knew now he was so much more

posted by Unknown @ 7:54 PM

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