Of The Story

By John Blase | January 27, 2014 |

In these days of no king

everyone does what is

right in their own eyes.

God forbid anyone tell

anyone they’re wrong.

We’d rather be caught

dead than called moral.

In time we may find there

was a more reverent way

to live and love. But by

then it will be dark and

sleep will cover our sight.

Then comes the revision.

hisfirefly on January 27, 2014 at 2:14 pm

yes, John
a two edged sword
pierces with your words

Susan Irene Fox on January 27, 2014 at 4:32 pm

No king, but still a King. There are none so blind as those who will not see. Another poem right on the mark, John. (BTW, did you receive the email I sent? Want to be sure…you did say to gently nag. 😉 )

Jasona Brown on January 27, 2014 at 7:45 pm

I read this to my husband in the kitchen over the clatter of kids getting breakfast, and we both said, “Wow.”

pastordt on January 28, 2014 at 4:58 am

I keep hoping, praying that the revision comes in time, before the sleep.