Garbage and Other Redemptive Thoughts


Garbage:
The discarded flotsam of Christmas past,
Once festive red and green in its brightness,
Now turned brittle brown with age, by neglect, from abuse.
Unwanted.

Garbage:
The shredded score of soaring notes,
Once holding the creative dreams of genius,
Now the beat is beaten, the pitch flattened, the song unsung.
Unfulfilled.

Garbage:
The broken fantasy of love,
Once smiling families, consumed and corrupted
Now by hate-filled, hell-filled, horror-filled hearts.
Unreconciled.

Redemption:
The powerful touch of gentle, loving Hands
Once nail-pierced, still scarred,
Now working tirelessly to reclaim, transform, restore
[As only He can]
Garbage.

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About Robert Dennis Wilson

Author, Poet, Avid Reader, Scroll Saw Artist, & Singer-Songwriter. Telecommuting programmer/report writer by day.
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