Untied people
Floating in an abyssal, frameless world
Full of neon color and blank promises,
Frenzied heights and vicious depths.
I feel the peaceable embrace of my own anchor,
The warm arms and the cool breeze
Wrapped around me in a vibrant scarf of truth.
Are those who have nothing eternal to which to hold,
Lesser than me in their ignorance,
Or greater than me for all their need?
My eternity is cared for,
But even their ephemeral lives sway with the tide.
Sandwiches and wine and cayenne chocolate cake,
Do they know into what blender they toss their souls?
Untied people
Who have nothing but temporal hymns to sing,
No atonement to hold up in words,
No embrace but that will break and crumble:
A parachute that is already torn.
What eyes might I direct to the eternal?
If only courage was my squire.
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