Idiomadness

Idiomadness
by Lyn Marinello

Gifted by the grace of God.
Swatted by the hand of fate.
In the midst of anarchy,
silence offers no debate.
Don't bite the hand that feeds you;
but here's some food for thought ...
Why is it that we disregard
the answers we have sought?
Come hell or high water.
On a wing and a prayer.
Hostage to infinite wisdom
yet still sadly unaware.
In the heat of the moment,
as we hang by a thread,
we've forgotten our worth,
each numbered hair on our head.
Is it a blessing in disguise
or are we at the bewitching hour?
We'll sure make ourselves quite ill
with the negativity we devour.
At the drop of a hat
and by the skin of our teeth,
our legacy's created
by the story we bequeath.
Better late than never.
In the blink of an eye.
Labelled many ugly terms
when we dare to just defy.
Instead of walking on eggshells,
let's set the record straight:
We are one in unity.
Division only serves to desecrate.
We've got to try to be better;
to be patient, be gentle, be kind.
The ball is in our very own court
as to what lives in the hearts we leave behind.