This Path

There are some good people. There are many good people, and I know, it hurts them; to see the world 'degrade' so. The intentions of many, are foolish. The intentions of a few, are evil. Most of us feel powerless, to act, to change, any of these 'poverty's of spirit', as we watch, parade past...row on row, these ones, so proud of their desecration's, their hell raising's. 

It is for naught, they do, and that, they do...will fall, for failure,is their draught, and they do drink it deeply. Beyond sight, without judgement, we know...we know, bereavement past enduring...for, a tearing of our soul is had, so deep within; when every day is hard to bear...a heaviness, as if a cross, upon our back...were there. 

Indeed, our cross to bear, across the carcass of this poor world...suffering as we. For, there is no tongue to say, what needs be said...now. It can only be witnessed, and it is. Until, it's finished...we must suffer on, as one before us did. Until, our day is done, the hour has come...that we depart this flesh, we must endure this whip...held in every hand, and thank our lord for giving us, this path.


Written by Bruce James Clyde 2016, at Deming, New Mexico

Art: St Christopher, bearing 'the christ', upon his shoulders, by E.F.B
Author's note: I believe, anyone who bears 'the weight', for the christ, bears 'the christ'.