The Day That's Come For Moving On

How clear that day when life moved on:
“Lord, what we’ve  had's forever gone
The love and pain which marked our way
Effected what's now here today.

It's cost so much – hard to live out
This life alone, without a doubt;
The hit was hard though aftermath
Was harder yet – this stony path.

What makes it tough – it looks all right
In eyes of those who walk aright;
Though what is true, and just, and fair,
Got trampled down like never there.

I know it's hard for them to see
Now record’s wiped, like table, clean;
(More like the slut from Bible old,
Her mouth with back of hand wiped bold –

‘I've done no wrong’, says she, straight-faced,
Even as she speaks, the more disgraced).
Appearance looks so good – it seems
Like down is up – and darkness gleams.’

Strange thing this evil in our world
Which sweeps us in its downward swirl;
It succors sweet complicity
And blinds the eyes so we don't see.

It's not we can't – we choose not to –
It pays us more to play the fool;
To swim against the current strong
Costs us too much – we go along –

Until that day wrong's in the light,
‘I always said it was not right’–
It flows so smoothly from our lips,
We take our masks as hypocrites.

But what about days in between
When we were nowhere to be seen
Not just in this one instance here
But all the time – we stay quite clear.

O Lord, I thought you'd intervene,
The truth bring out, not as it seems;
Now life goes on, it's web of lies
Sucks others in like summer flies.

“My child, I took the better way
Within this world, and evil day;
Not best, I know, for I am constrained –
My life on Earth – free choice remains.

“I told you folks, ‘it's going to hurt
If you persist – it cannot work.
The tree of life – the only way –
Opt in or out – but it's your say.

But Lord, it's like my loyalty
And faithfulness, to its degree,
Are cast aside, stepped underfoot,
The words of covenant forsook.

I meant those words, not lately said;
Took road together till I'm dead;
But it takes both sides to go on,
And now it seems that time is gone.

“But child, you know, that's partly true,
That hidden deep inside of you
There is a part you quiet keep
For cost's too high to it release.

But when it does see light of day
You'll see it all another way,
For from such truth my freedom flows
And triumph's, for, you too will know –

Life complex is, for all mankind;
Not just for you, some of the time;
Life's meshed in ways no one can see,
Yet in that web, you’re free in me.

When cost to carry ‘stuff pushed down’
Gets far too great to mess around,
Then you'll divulge what trouble is –
Then it drops down to size it is.

For it's not what you think it looks,
It's more complex – not what's in books
Or common lore, out on the street –
What once was sour, in Me’s made sweet.

Lord, that's just what in fact transpired,
No longer in that mess I'm mired;
The cost too great to play that game,
Now freed to life – no more the same.

You said, through author, not to let
The trauma take more then I get
From it – wring from such gnarly strife
The key to move on into life.

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So now I see, my friend, right there,
You're caught twixt past and such despair;
Though I don't have God's broadest view,
This journey's one that I've been through.

Sometimes it seems God builds us up
So we have strength to drink our cup,
But other times in our despair
We push on through and gasp for air.

Whichever way works out for you
I do not know, or if we choose,
For I did not – was rammed on through –
When faced with choice, I'd death eschewed.

I'd sought to skulk, and dance, and skirt;
I knew not how life then could work
If all my life saw light of day
The fear kept freedom's path away.

Each case is different from the rest
But freedom’s day, by far the best.
You ask me ’bout the money thing –
That part is fixed, it's us within.

That sounds so strange – how can it be
That money flows when we're free?
It flows already, constantly,
It's we who from that river flee.

But when we dare to press on through
Our cataclysmic point of view,
We come to see things more for real
Then back into the river steal.

You must remember – twisted is
The world in which our daily biz
Plays out its course; and part we be
Of that inverted way to see.

The world is scared, vindictive, mean;
But one thing that is clearly seen –
When paper tigers are approached
They fade away without reproach.

More scared of truth and honesty
Are falsehood, lies, hypocrisy,
We need to watch they don't seep in
And cover 'neath their cloak of sin.

So, yes, today is tough to bear
And it's not that I do not care,
But having been caught in that jam
I'm glad I pushed to where I am.

It tempting was (’fore much too late)
To hunker down, capitulate;
Twixt life and death the choice was there –
Continued death I could not bear.

It took a while to see right through,
So scared I was to look the fool;
But when I'd pressed, despite the stress,
I came at last to place of rest.

So simple – now – photography
Was self-revealing I could see;
So pushed aside as if I'd be
Not seen for real, transparently.

But others saw, not piece but hole,
The shape of peace within my soul –
What I don't do, don't own, don't say,
Declares my thought in other ways.

But facing that small part of me
(Too early sexuality)
I saw I viewed it upside down –
Christ's entry turned my life around.

The problem was, in liberal view,
When Christ abides in me or you,
Like rising tide, it's quiet, strong,
And sweeps from life a past gone wrong –

Then leaves us firmly on the shore
To walk ahead in life once more
Saved from a road we might have gone,
If Christ had not then come along.

The ruckus view (when Christ arrives)
Is true for some, He saves their lives;
That view had clouded from my sight
How Christ had touched my life with might.

I wish it had been seen back there
But life I've had – which can't compare
To that sad road some others walked –
‘By grace of God’ – just as I've talked.

But now I see, and grateful I am
That life's been good, and I'm a man
Who's not been left on storm-strewn shore
But rather, helped to see there's more –

To life than what's dumped on us where
We land in life, that there's repair –
God loves us, wants us to move on,
To laugh again, and paint our song.

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