Wednesday, January 18, 2012

An Odd Sounding Poem, Even To Me

Okay I wrote it, but even when I read it I'm like.....what? So bear with me.

Ah, the inexplicability of the ties that bind us to each other;
Some made of steel chains, some made of thread.
The idea that a hushed word could break the strongest bond;
The sad truth that even chains have tears to dread.

How is it that ties made of fragile thread dues to years and years of friction;
Still won’t set the people they struggle to bind free?
Why hang on, not letting go before it is threadbare and rough?
Why do they hang on, and let problems and hurts be?

What about bonds made of paper, not yet wrapped in years of friendship?
Why bother when a single gust of wind could destroy it?
Isn’t it odd that these bonds that mostly don’t endure their first attack;
Are still formed even though it’s so easy to be toyed with?

Then there are connections made of wire, deceptively strong as can be;
That is, until an extraordinarily sharp enough weapon can be found.
Oh how it hurts when things thought to be so solidly unbreakable;
Are so easily mangled and tossed aside without so much as a sound.

There are also unions untested by time, made wholly of glass;
That can crack or even shatter at the first sign of trouble.
These are the ties that people wonder at if it lasts;
These are the ones that only survive in a trouble-proof bubble.

But amidst all these, the rarest of them all;
Are ties so terribly unexplainable.
They do not seem to be of this world, yet they just have to be;
And once formed, they are priceless and unmistakeable.

These are ties formed not by man made substance;
But by an otherworldly glue called grace.
These are the connections people live for, fight for and die for;
These are the unions people turn to when they need a warm embrace.

So we fight for the bonds we have, we hope for the ones we don’t;
We strive to be worthy as someone else’s bond.
For without these ties, good or bad, could we really be human?
And if we’re lucky, by God given grace, others respond.

Yeah I know it's a little weird. I'm working on my oddness, I promise :)

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