~~~ All Is Wrong ~~~
Trapped in the relentlessness of Mother Earth-
Quaking in my own shoes i totter-
Upon the edge of can and cannot...
Where failure is unaccepted;
Bracing myself against a wall of problems
I pause to revel in you...
The antithesis of all that is good and grounded-
A sure and ready savior to my unholy soul;
I call to you from a distance of miles...
Crying out for your Atlas like strength--
To help me with this conundrum of the day--
When uncertainty holds me back...
Shaking in my proverbial boots...
Awaiting your decisive answer...
Echoing 'cross the canyons of yesterdays dreams...
When all that we had was one another...
And that was more than enough;
But today the tide seems to have turned--
And the moon is on the wane...
No shelters left for the victims of natural disasters...
And no umbrella's to keep us dry from this:
All Is Wrong Day
January 29,2011
poem by Theodora Onken
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