To A Man Who Lost His Mind

to lengths we go

our toils naught

worth of all that we bought?

nae, dear friend

meaningless toys

all parts of meaningless ploys (Isaiah 55:2)

How then to step

and where to wander

when hearts give up and go asunder?

to choose and live

to choose and die

to live to choose to die

how and where

when and why

the plague of every mind

yet all things

are left behind

in light of Glory Divine

to a man

who lost his mind

when balancing your crooked line

of life so twisted

yet grace so fine

fear and faith there intertwined

you’ve given close

to all your life

what more, dear friend, is there to find?

I know not

Though I try

But peace will come, on the other side…