The Theory of Life (Poem)
Theory of life,
So often have I reached for you
In desperation and fear,
Waiting, wanting and desiring you to
Acknowledge my mere existence, but
To my regret, and
My failed earnest attempt
You would just pass me by,
There are others
Of greater importance I must see first!
Theory of life shrilled,
As though hilariously elated,
War, strife, hunger, and lack,
Console yourself therein,
These are the words
The theoretical system retorted.
Theory of life,
I so desired, that you would
Bestow upon me some greatness,
I even abased myself to be content
With the orts you doled out,
Merely existing had silenced my cry
Of experientially living real life,
Theory declared, “life is only for some”
Uttering its usual theoretical rhetoric
Only if you will believe that malignant theory!
I inquired, What is life?
Real life is not theory, or a concept
I proclaimed, in my despair, and
When shall I experience this right to live?
Isn’t life the right of every creature?
The concept of life is now becoming a flickering flame
I so endeavored to live life to the fullest,
Theory of life, I sobbed,
Why have you dealt me the hand of spades?
Have I wandered, and detoured from the path?
Birth! The beginning of my life
Life’s debut, and introduction of me
This was not a theory, but reality,
Sickness, disease, and sorrow
Were some of the ills which silenced
My song, and debate with life,
Suddenly death had crept in
Through the darkness of theory
Looming around to pickup the lost in theory,
Anyone who evades reality
Before the early morn, or was it the light of the morn?
However, this wind of death had silenced
Life's symphony but, only temporarily,
The theory of life unlived, resonated loudly,
It masqueraded and masked itself,
As it pranced around on the stage of theory,
As if it were in the theatre and in costume
A baby, boy, girl, man, or woman
The theory of life has no favorites!
Beware of theory!
When overlooked suffering, and affliction
Is the price merely to die in sin,
Sin is the theory of life, and
It is a life we haven't really lived,
Redemption, and grace knocked
At the door of my heart, and
Moreover, I opened the door, and
I did cry, oh how I did cry
Within the depths of my womanhood,
Yes, I cried.........
Today true life has been victorious!
Merciful, and kind of the suffering
Attentive to the cry of the afflicted,
Life has shown compassion,
A carpet which leads to pure mercy
Wherein came Jesus the Christ,
He spoke through eternity
I can't tell you of the moment, or hour,
Of the time of day or night,
In which life will abruptly interrupt death,
Or death will temporarily interrupt life
Shall I pay death any tribute?
When I know death is sin's employee,
Real life, not theory had no more use for sin, and
Could no longer allow it to be sponsoring theory
Or to be peddling its unworkable concepts,
Death had staked its claim,
Camouflaged and disguised, as life,
Jesus spoiled all principalities, and
The intoxication of sin,
In all of its parties and hullabaloo’s,
Theory was dressed up as life
Eternity is beckoning now, to come
Sit down and rest
Death is but for a second, and has no more sting
Life with the Creator is forever,
Only the Creator and Maker of all things knows
Why and how theory is dressed up as life, and how it
Deceives the masses to think, that
Sin is not merely paying the wages of death,
Dressed up as life, but is only theory of life
Only the Creator knows the answer to this dilemma I am having
Because this was just my soul reflecting
Upon the departure of a friend, and how.
Jesus Christ is more than theory,
He is the way, the truth and
The real path to life
Don't be hoodwinked by theory,
Choose real life today, and choose Jesus Christ.
In memory of Matthew Charles Dingle Sr. who I call