We are all
amateurs in life
Though
experts we pretend to be
Yet every
day dawns anew
With nothing
yet to know.
Pretenders
are we
Who
recognize neither awe nor terror
For experts
think that Kings they be
With no
authority in contradiction
Where we see
nothing greater than ourselves
We seemingly
have no fear
But at the
end of that road
There is neither
love nor beauty seen
In our sole
regard of our own image
We fail to
see the visage in whose image we are made
We never
leave the mirror
We never
sense our form dissipating through the absence in our eyes
We will
always fall
We always
have
Yet some
will rise
And some
will lie
Some will
kill
Some will
die
Some will
wallow
Some stand
tall
But in the
end
It’s always
dust and ashes
And
sometimes Heaven
And
sometimes Hell
All your
expertise is useless
In the end
The answer
to the real question
Is never
yours to know or give
Our lives
are always
Ultimately
in the hands
Of the One
who knows us best
And loves us
nonetheless
The first
and final question
Is the one
we seldom answer truthfully
The one we
start our lives with
The one we
answer daily to our own satisfaction
Are you
Expert
Managing
your own salvation
Holding your
fate
In your own
inadequate hands, or
Are you
Amateur
Falling as
you learn
Being lifted
when you fail
Higher than
when you started?
©Dan Bode
2017
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