Meaning, A Poem

After a brief break from my poem-writing streak mostly due to homework, I have a new poem to share with you all. This one is entitled "Meaning", and it certainly is something that we all search for in life. Considering the convulsion in the world as we find our countries, homes, and even our very lives under fire of trial and tragedy; it is imperative that we seek the Lord for wisdom and understanding. Fear will always try its hardest to control our lives and blind us from the truth, and no matter what, we cannot give into it. 

Every day we live and breathe on this earth,

We must strive to make the most of our time.

In the great struggle to find our own self-worth,

We ask, "Will I find what stirs this heart of mine?"

We long to know that we matter,

In a jaded civil war of ideals.

We hear the echo of laughter,

When we need words that heal.

Unnoticed in the empty crowd of humanity,

We are cast aside as too far gone to save.

We beg for someone to recognize our depravity,

And reach down to lift us from our graves.

But no one turns from the highway of progress,

To lend a helping hand to the downtrodden.

In a cruel world of hurried incompetence,

The wounded are left behind, forgotten. 

I was lost in the darkness and felt my life leaving,

I tried to grasp it with ragged fingers, failing.

I cried out in terror as I felt so alone, believing,

That I was abandoned forever, unraveling.

Then someone took my bruised hand,

And spoke words of life despite my fears.

He took me away from this diseased land,

And tenderly wiped away all my tears. 

He set me aside for something greater then myself,

And stood like a beacon for those the world had denied.

In his presence, a knowledge so deep I never could delve,

And despite my condemning sins, for me He selflessly died...

Now we can walk in freedom if we so choose,

In our bitter world, there is a brilliant guiding light.

It breaks my heart when terribly blinded, people refuse,

To see the truth that their wrongs can be made right.

Now in a land divided by hatred and confusion,

I march with a purpose sent down from on High.

A banner held in healed hands, I stand against the delusion,

That hopelessness cannot lose in this fight for our lives.