Broken to a point of desperation
Downtrodden, heavy-hearted, lost
Burdens greater than ever before
Torment and anxiety the cost
Guilt has a way of teaching us
Which road to take, it’s true
Travel down the path where the heart leads
Or suffer the consequences within you
Always lend a helping hand
Kevin D. Parish
The best reward we experience is found when it’s shared
Kevin D. Parish
Your limitations are invitations to move in the direction of your strengths
Kevin D. Parish
You’ve hurt me
You’ve humiliated me
You’ve disappointed me
You’ve made me cry
You’ve broken my heart
You’ve broken my spirit
You’ve caused me guilt I cannot deny
You’ve looked at me with contempt, sometimes
You’ve proffered words of poor advice
But I forgive and love you
No matter what
As I see you in the mirror
Looking back into my eyes
How difficult does your road have to be
Is it filled with potholes
Or as smooth as the sea
Is it scattered with pebbles
And filled with cracks
Are there mountains or molehills
Or well-worn down tracks
Is it uphill or down
Which way do you go
Do you have a destination
Are you stuck in the snow
Is your path blocked by a rock slide
Or fallen down tree
What gets in your way
When you’re trying to see
Do you look for specs
In another one’s eye
When the log in your own
Could cause you to die
Take care on your travels
For they lead to the past
Find the smooth road ahead
Because it all goes too fast
And so,
I meander down the mountainside
Into the valley that would test the resolve of my fear.
No, I have no time for plunder this time around
My journey is a deeper one than that.
While I’ve hidden away upon the mountain,
While I’ve terrorized those, who trespassed upon my land,
I find my ill-sodden soul too heavy to bear the fruits I’ve sown.
Alas, I seek my final resting place among strangers.
God help me!
