A single thought. A single wish. A moment lost in both. Nothing left to come to mind but memory, played out. A crowd of unpleasant people, pushing, demanding, never ceasing but always being. Nothing left but a crush of ego, pride calling out to shame the stillness. What is peace? An elusive illusion. False reasoning, insanity has more rationing of simple thought. Caught in the stillness of a moment, emotion presses in and strangles what peace would remain. Screams the heart out loud, never yet sounds a word. Silence holds it course in shadows though unheard. An unwanted presence haunts this place. A voice, a sound, a whisper of what was never said. A word unborn and conversation left for dead. Let the pain carve out its place in passion. What reward does bitterness bring into play? A shelling out of our spirit and an emptiness that no thing or no one can fill. Pleasure tempts the moment but passes into meaninglessness. It changes naught but the feel of the moment and then that moment passes with its pleasure into the void that lies within. For there is only this, the eternal choice… Christ or death.
Robert Borders
Robert Borders
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