A Dance With Death
Today I'm not of flaming ire.
Years have tamed the raging fire.
My energies are better spent
avoiding that which I resent.
I wasted years in anger's grasp,
poisoned by its venomed asp...
driven by its raging flames...
tortured by its vengeful games.
Inflamed by all that was unfair,
entrapped within resentful snare
until my heart could stand no more
and Death came knocking at my door.
Haplessly Death entered in,
invited by my angry sin...
threatened by my own demise
a dance with Death opened my eyes.
Left me spent of energy
to stew on all that burned in me...
Left me with perspectives new.
Priorities took root and grew.
A gift of vision was given birth
by dancing to Death's meanest mirth...
Clarity of heart and soul
then smoldered deep like burning coal.
The war that raged so valiantly
now seemed but empty vanity,
and I surrendered, ceased to fight,
embraced forgiveness of my plight.
Grace became my cherished friend,
allowed perceptions to transcend...
the glass, half empty, overflowed
and gratitude became my code.
In part, the problem for too long,
I was given a brand new song...
each new day to seek and find
the tune for which I was designed.
I avoid a flaming ire,
a dance with Death put out the fire.
My energies today pursue
with grateful heart life's scenic view.
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