THE MARK

Once again he vowed his love
To the woman he couldn't endure
As he ran to meet the hooker
Who would gladly reassure
...service

She clothed and fed the children
Who gave her a place in the world
As she despised the sex of boys
For not being born girls
...of choice

The rhythm of the drums beat
The sing song melodies of habit
As the dressing on her head
Choked out any idea she could desire, and have it
...without costs

He paid the bills with wages and tips
From a job he could never leave
As the lure of education prodded hope
With a fantasy meant to entice and deceive
...the weak

So many mind games to play
Especially with the disconnected heart
As actions and words dart out, hither and yon
Without purpose or a mark
...will corrupt the process

Among the walking dead, are the living
Connected to every action and word
As LOVE requires sacrifice for wisdom
THE MARK judges the absurd
...work revealed

Unbelief, Unbelief, what a relief
..........the only sin.....with a connection and a lead

Written by Trudy Schrader on 01/26/2020