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Out of Your Mind

Feeling out of sorts today,
everyday.
Can’t think straight now,
always.
Losing my direction soon,
immediately.
Perhaps my head is rolling,
cascading.
Being abused like an appetizer,
hors d’oeuvres.
Sound advice is speaking,
orating.
The audience has made up his mind,
inhibitions.
The dancer gets her way,
manipulate.

The multitudes are hungry,
starving.
Listening for hours to the Teacher,
healer.
Poised to receive their sustenance,
cuisine.
Content that words will be the meal,
dinner.
The students petitioned,
pleaded.
To retreat to the towns,
villages.
Ignoring the five loaves, two fishes,
miracle.

The soul being tossed by the storm,
tragedy.
The Master reaches down,
underneath.
Why look to the right,
left?
Step out of the boat and walk,
tread.
Release your doubt to the wind,
unseen.
These thoughts aren’t yours,
mine.

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About R. Ward

A husband, father, teacher, and struggling man of God.

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