Making a Mess of Your Life
by Carol A. Oberg
Let your holy angel be with me,
that the wicked foe may have no power over me.
Amen. Martin Luther
When I try to clean up ashes with a ragusually the one
I smear a mess on the carpet making it
three times worse than before.
When I tell one little lie
I have to create another to make
it work, then another, still another
until there is a ratty patchwork quilt
of deceit covering up the truth
that feels so heavy I can hardly breathe.
I wonder why I bother trying to
clean up my life and my neighborhood
when everywhere I turn I see
some kind of dirt that isnt right.
God created a perfect world.
We ruined it, and the wages of sin is death.
Yet we plant lovely fresh flowers
over the graves in our cemeteries
build churches with tall steeples
to hide taverns, strip joints, drug houses.
We put Bibles in the drawers of
hotel rooms for kidnappers, prostitutes
fugitives, adulterers to find.
Every one of us, every one
breaks Gods laws daily, out in the wide open
but not many are eager to call anyone on it
especially a friend or a loved one.
Though it would be right it wouldnt feel right.
Every day I wake and say today please
let me live according to Gods will
I will try to keep my day, this life around me clean
but then something spills, it always spills
when you are wearing white
so I pick up the first rag I see
I used before but didnt get rid ofthere, that one
lying on the ashes in the fireplace.
Carol A. Oberg, a mother of two grown children, has retired to live on Gooseneck Lake in the middle of Michigans Upper Peninsula, where she eagerly awaits the completion of her writing studio. There she will continue her calling to write both short stories and poetry and devour a vast array of reading material, almost everything, she says, I can get my hands on. Read nine more of her poems in issue 16 of Ancient Paths by ordering a copy of the magazine.
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