The Stubborn ‘Donkey’ and The Celestial Beings

I don’t know if I can
or if I can and won’t
Ideas, sweet like a dream
Reality, a joke.
Bitter in my mouth,
the risk of hope not turning out
to be
I spit it out.
Defiant toward what some call,
“But ’tis your destiny!”

My back now turned.
Caught by my eyes
the comforts of familiar roads
end beneath my feet.

 

“If he continues on like that–
well, how can he receive
the good He seeks to give?”
the angels ask.

“Even a dash of grace goes a very long way,” says one.

The next,
“What mystery, alas!”

 

 

Copyright © 2018 A.M. Wilsonne

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