A day later, a lifetime later. Improvisation can take MANY forms. When something vital "disappears", we must become inventive. ..and make do with whatever is at our disposal. My God is the God of perfection, absolute and, most importantly, "good enough!"
When, once before, totally engulfed
Taken to where one cannot hold on
Is nothing sacred?
I lived on spite
Kept me going through a most traumatic night
Lasting well beyond a decade
Once again, but way past
Even more frightening to comprehend
I can only pray it does not last
Picking up nothing at all
On my GPS signal of hope
Waiting for the drop, the fall
The Enemy gladly drops a rope
Spite requires nothing to exist
Simply, "Out of" — despite His malice
No conditions need be met
I am not willing to be a coward
For anyone's sake
No, not now, not yet!
Especially the Enemy
Leavings of the litter of lives in his wake
Like many of us, who, for whatever reason, have lost their last rays of hope
In this bash-about grip of fate
Finding myself within the very grasping hands of almost too late,
Remembered the alternative: which served so well in the past
When hanging on, goes on and on
Eventually, nothing cannot last...
Grab onto this!
Spite does a pretty good impersonation of hope
If nothing else,
I will not sacrifice my next life
Because of the seemingly sad, present excuse of this one
All its' joy, presently inaccessible
Thank Goodness I heard the sad truth young:
"Life is not fair"
For now, when all is unraveling, when
All of me coming undone
In the midst of beautiful strains, when I cannot bring myself to sing
No one is demanding that I dance,
Acceptably clinging to my only chance
A hoarse whisper of "No", to failure
Is a murmur of suffice, success
Enough to carry me to tomorrow
Even still battling the mess
Conquering dictates resourcefulness, ingenious
Tenacious adaptations are vital in coping with sorrow
Improvise! Make do...
With whatever will get you to tomorrow!
I must call on something less noble
Better, than what I cannot "perpetrate"
What seems a crime, might be sufficiently sublime
To go forward
Replicates and will serve, until hope returns
Spite — living on
But, I will be damned if I'll let him!
The incredible irony
When our rope is too thin
Flimsier than a wisp of smoke
In this darkness, I wander about and grope
Till your return
So VERY glad for the painful lesson learned
The God of perfection is also Lord of "This will do"
How many abandon "Good Enough", holding out for nothing short of the best
When, whatever gets one through
Is the secret in this test
Abandon all rules in a fight, if you want to see Round Two.
Trust me, the Enemy is not holding back.
Copyright Pending — Elaine M. Mullen — "GreenOgress-Vol. II" GreenOgress/Twitter
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