Close
your eyes.
Tell
me what you don’t see.
It
will be okay or it won’t. That’s not for us to say.
When
is the last time you fell to your knees and prayed?
Do
you remember the first time you asked for forgiveness and were washed clean of
your sins?
There’s
no more time for monkeying around. You’re either in or you’re out. That’s it.
Game over.
We
flaunt our excesses in plain view of God not caring that we’re repeat offenders
and should be thankful for the life we’ve been given.
The
Golden Calf’s got nothing on Jesus Christ Almighty and trust me when I say to
you Noah was more than just some old Jew with a penchant for animals.
We
must lift ourselves up from the muck and the mayhem and the wrecking ball
nightmares that have kept us from peaceful slumber for most of our dilapidated
and regifted lives.
Open
your heart.
Tell
me what you feel once you squeegee the tears and the blood from your rose
tinted windshield.
It
will be okay or it won’t. Who the fuck knows or cares when you’re down and out
and nobody loves you and only God is willing to accept you into His House.
Charles Cicirella
9/28/15
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