Life's golden road
has been trodden on by fools;
it's yellow bricks, replaced
...by cheap ceramic tile.
Wide-open spaces
with endless possibilities
have been reduced
to dimly lit corridors,
lined by the sick,
the lame...
How far from Thy Garden,
have we traveled, O Lord?
Has Cain replaced Abel
in all our lives?
From Golgatha's cross
a crimson river flowed --
...but have we gone so far,
out of reach of its
cleansing waves?
Aye, 'tis true ~
I've talked the walk
of a good man
...but apparently my good
isn't good enough --
for all that awaits me
at this corridor's end,
is something far less brilliant
than this narrow hallway
...paved with fool's gold.
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