Roots Of Life
Grant Hope #68
The roots of life in this faded forest of ancient wood
Sometimes when night falls they seem more like tight talons
gripping hard and up to no good
Beneath the smooth surface it can be easy to forget
a tree is known by its fruit
In this time
broods of vipers and mammals
meld together
separate
decay
abhorrent abundances of hissing from the heart mixed with treasures of those who do good
sorting it out is not as desirably easy as consuming society’s mind-numbing food
Simple subjects now require studious scholarship
complicated and coarse are the roads of ones blind faith
Is there hope in these splayed branching paths?
Do all roads lead to a new Rome?
Will our whelming overconfidence lead to internal struggle while others take terrible action with mouthing foam?
Indeed there is hope in all things
to good women and men
prayer to Christ and self-reflection
in leadership domains and every profession
let man prosper under God’s gift to man of Earth’s dominion
do not praise the name of government structures or evil men
however well-intentioned from the start
power balloons in dirty hands that attempt to hold the world at bay until the wardens of the forest are uprooted or pass away
squeezing with the curling nerves of their talons until even the youngest of wrinkles ashen and gray
What can be done then
but to look to the standard that sacrificed all for all men
I tell you, on that day, for every careless word that you speak, all accounts shall be made in the end, you cannot hide your roots amongst all others in the vastness of time, by your words you will be justified, by your words condemned.
Business Inquiries Only: granthope@mailfence.om