Sometimes it’s discomfiting to look in the mirror, but it helps us see what needs to be rearranged. This poem by https://robertlambertjones.wordpress.com is a commentary on the consequences of how we live our lives. (And if you like mythology and monsters and superheroes, check out his site.) Here’s my disclaimer.
These Tangled Lines
In common speech, we’re coming and we’re going,
So often unaware of what we’re showing,
Our choices have been etched upon our faces,
Expressions formed by sins and saving graces.
But deep within these tangles lines
There writes a higher hand
In parables and hidden signs
To help us understand.
That penitence and glory
Lead through once forbidden doors.
I’ve heard that life’s a story.
Tell me yours.
It’s often in disguise, but it’s compelling
To be a part of something that’s worth telling.
Can all the plans on which we are depending
Still justify the time that we’ve been spending?
Now youth is past and spent on all
The pleasures we demand,
And pride has gone before a fall
To help us understand
That penitence and glory
Lead through once forbidden doors.
I’ve heard that life’s a story.
Tell me yours.
Oh, we didn’t we even know
Words enough to say it though
It was always in the lessons life was teaching.
And it comes as some surprise
To the humble and the wise
That it goes beyond conclusions we were reaching.
What story in its telling makes us bolder
Or makes us young again for growing older?
Like children in simplicity believing
In promises made better by receiving?
So by and by, we’ve come to find
That all of this was planned,
A history that comes to mind
To help us understand
That penitence and glory
Lead through once forbidden doors.
I’ve heard that life’s a story.
Tell me yours.
