Sometimes when I’m busy, I get these weird urges to write.  I immediately stop what I’m busy with and start writing until I’m finished.  This happened again tonight…and this is what I wrote…I see it as a little insight into my thoughts…

Only once

Life…infinite in its boundless mortality

one day we wil cease to end

cease to smell the rot of decaying bodies

cease to feel to smell and love…

Tomorrow is yet another day

more sorrow, more grieving

more senseless violence

more destruction

of the world He created

Once

Over and again the thought runs through my mind

who are we really:

to judge whether you’re wrong or right

to decide what’s normal

to decide whose life to claim

to decide who walks the path of crime written fame

who are we?

Once

He created this world for us to roam

Yet we tend to destroy

Not only who and what we hate

But also that which makes us hesitate

from that unknown hatred

Only once

Do you have the chance to make a difference

to fight for what’s right in His glory

In His name we come together to glorify

who are we then to deny

that He made our world only

Once