Oh mighty clipboard…
Wafting scent of strength, joy, stamina
Mixed messages from winds of changeFrustration grows as smoke blowsAnger explodes as messages unheard implode
Into the sunriseRolling like an olive gathering no mossFull of heart, full of soulYearning to feel moreRunning for freedom…
Author’s Note: Yes, this is publishing a few weeks after I penned it. Yes, I should have been paying more attention to the senior pastor. No, I feel no guilt and no shame.
Solitary contemplationTeetering on the brinkOf conservative tolerance and deluded complacencyFacing a hopeful future clouded by nihilistic anarchy.