A Journey Across Mexico
Is a river God’s finger quietly correcting an error that he refuses to admit?
The beauty of erosions accomplice paints for a creation that will never end
Inside a tornado random power chisels away while we watch in fascinated fear
As the divine chooses it’s moment because only he can make time and space bend
I must ask why must there be sudden change in a personal relationship with a God
What can overcome the force of his proxies as another arrow is removed from the quill?
It seems so hard to understand what is being asked of us or what we must endure
Does he care for the weak or is it only the strong that can survive this test of our will?
Must we be afraid to visit our loved ones who are living simply in the midst of death?
A journey across a wild land to a paradise where the people slowly walk can only be imagined
Yet there are those who are not afraid and who live each day expecting only what is right
They kiss their children and say “until we meet again” casting themselves to what is destined
The inheritance of a land was taken by those who carry a book they do not understand
They love their own mothers as they would Mary yet no other can be pardoned weakness
And as the meek lay in their tombs the strong listen as the living pray over their own worth
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