paradigms

But God hath chosen the foolish things of the world to confound
the wise; and God hath chosen the weak things of the world to  
confound the things which are mighty. I Cor. 1:27 (KJV)      
      
for a little word shall the bigot slay,      
as the ant that fells the elephant.      
diminutive seeds, like the dust made clay,      
shall suffice a universe of want.      
     
every fallen tear, like the salty seas,            
shall transport my woes far, far away,      
for each breath i take in an instant flees      
to the bellows of eternity.      
     
cunning spiders’ webs, like the snares of men,      
weave us silken threads of borrowed time;      
sipping of the inks of their potent yen      
makes us victims of rash paradigms.      
     
does profoundness rule in a babe’s first cry      
or the world conclude at first-nightfall?      
does a cadence pass for a symphony      
or the flaws of men drip protocol?      
     
breathes all of my life in a single breath,    
for tomorrow’s dreams live but today.    
as i die to self, i defeat my death:    
love has purchased my eternity.    
     
© Copyright 2019 June 05