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Can you hear it,
the world sighing,
a heavy breath of
weary?
Can you see it,
its head lowering,
an unwelcome of
the end?
Gridiron greats
giving credit to God,
Cinematic celebrities
praising the Lord,
Even political pundits
saying Jesus' name,
Weary this world's prince,
his dismay so audible,
his head hung so low,
But only for a minute,
then, his resolve is redoubled,
and he's back at it all over again.
Guard there are no sighs,
brothers and sisters true,
from this side of eternity,
only credit where it's due.¹
¹inspired by a terracotta
bust from 1761
by French sculptor Augustin
Pajou. |
