With Whom We Have To Do

Captured By An Image Of His Grace The blood soaked torment on the sorted parchment vest Will evoke solace for those who would seek eternal rest Who can we trust in its violation of the innocent? A soul pardoned exposed element in rescue through its barbaric turn In commonplace the stance of residue Through words expressed in the dark have now come to its fullest light Shades of grass next to the simple Pine in solvent rhyme Gone are the days we used to frolic in a haze Today instead were all just mice locked up inside a maze Some would even insist its just the latest faze? Still, we have become much to lazy in our ways Lost in some meladramatic purple haze Spellbound episodes inside our fragile egg shelled existence Left weary as other traveler's outside the river Nile When all along we knew all the great while Shattered illusion lost inside our weary heads Lifting from the benevolent silence & turning red No time to mustard a field of dreams A tiny lost solvent in its tragedy amidst the seams We linger weary on its Pilgrim's progress getting lost with no courage Yet still there is a glimmer of hope beneath the surface for those who are willi ng For those who have been called from him with whom we have to do !