Graces for the Loved and Lost

Graces for the Loved and the Lost

To the sweet graces afforded to us from above
To the hand of tender guidance that is only born from Love
To the broken boxer taking off his boxing gloves
To the man living on the edge when push comes to shove

For the certainty which overcomes me
When your true nature is the only thing that I see
Because I’ve been down on bended knee
Talking to the man from Gallillee

Wisdom of the purest formation
Segregation of the sovereign nation
Elevation of the situation
A conversation that combats degradation

A pure droplet of beauty coming down from the sky
The shimmering light in a child’s perfect eyes
A reason to fight against corruption and lies
A breathless exhalation in between all of my sighs

I’ll climb the length of the breadth of this planet we live on
Just to hear you tell me to rise up and be strong
Ascertaining the difference between right and wrong
Telling a story to an audience that was a little too long

It takes my breathe away to hear just one of your songs
I don’t know what to say except “pass me the bong !!”
Can’t the human race just learn to get along?
While we stand there in silence and listen to the ancient Chinese Gong

Predict the coming of the ending of an age
It’s only for the brutally brave
But you’ll probably do it anyway
Before you stand up and say what you need to say

Claim respect from the sky
I always pause to ask the question “Why?”
There are so many reasons why I cry
My sorrow is not something I could ever deny

I just want to tell and write the truth
Because I lost what was left of the remainder of my youth
Maybe fly down a phone booth on the back of a mousse using blue tooth ?
I used to be somewhat of a competent wordsleuth

But everything now is so very sub-standard
I think of my work quality and it makes me feel awkward
It’s all been reduced to simplicity and basic expression
It comes from a decade of living in repression

I want to feel the essence of living again
Of what it means to feel joy and to be your best friend
I was so sick and angry that all I could do was offend
And so broken I could not sit,stand or even bend

So the horrors of living have left me quite jaded
After all the glory has gone and my image has faded
There’s nothing left other than what is to be contemplated
And the only thing that I could feel was deflated

But you have given me a glimmer of hope
So I’ll cancel my meeting with the Catholic Pope
And stop looking at trees with my hangman’s rope
And keep up the good fight and start to just cope