The Master, Of All The Undone

 

How do I write, with a broken heart;

so many times, trying to catch; before start?

 

I feel the emptiness, caused by disobedience,

and, the "One", who has taken, the path-

dark, and consistant!

 

Consquences begin--minute, tiny and, small.

Maybe, not realized, by anyone at all..

 

Then, as the snowball, it starts to roll,

catching, all who are near;

in a contemptable ball!!

 

Dragging all down, with bumps, scrapes, bruises-

continuing on; and, everyone looses!

 

As we all land, at the end of the hill,

mounted confusion, is angry--not, still!

 

Some land upright; able to go on.

Some lives are shattered, they wonder, why born?

 

Everything's different, security insane--

why are we here, does anything remain?

 

The journey, we've taken, was started by "One"-

for, he is the "Master", of all the undone!

 

Our hope, still remains, for the "Master" to learn,

to master, himself; and, to us return...

 

Since I wrote this poem my son has turned his life in a positive direction....many many prayers!!!

 

Shirley Ruksznis Young  ©2003