Friday, June 29, 2012

Acting Out the Call

You stare into the eyes of man, don't blink.
Within the soul is the power to sink
A wedge, deeply split a man's foundations,
Or to mend his soul with reparations
Of comedy and wistful banter's flare.
By such a personal touch of your flair
Man is made into the image of God
Or thrown into the abyss, where men nod
In a perpetual sleep, grow weary
As the titans that do shift beneath thee.
Yet with all of thy wit, charm, and grace,
Remember who's who, remember thy place.
You stare into the eyes of a man's fate
And teach him to replace, with love, his hate.

                Acting Out the Call, (c) Luke Bennette, June 2012

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