Inside Your Hands

Parables fumble in unprepared hands|

Deprived of gifts bestowed to thee|

As humans we seek shelter beneath a tree|

When our feet become weak|

And our needs extend beyond our means|

As rain pours|

It cleanses our soul|

Dormant ideas start to grow|

Yet we turn a blind eye|

To what's before our sight|

Taking the easy way|

Shunning plights|

Fighting is not a physical ordeal|

It's more of a rejection to extol the almighty rule|

Exploring alternatives to fables disguised as facts|

Letters shredded in half|

Eulogies embedded on a golden calf|

The story was written for you to digest|

The ending inside your hands|

Inside your thoughts is the rest|