wordsout from Cafe Church · poems by Charles Jobson ←→ · home
Salt of the earth
a honey bee in a crystal gel
or a fly in amber
so are my ideas frozen in time.
each snowflake is different,
my precious memories refuse
to be drawn into the whirl
of everyday life.
say I am raised up,
too proud to mix with common folk,
but I would confidently reply:
world is an ocean current.
Those who wish to ride the waves of life
must surrender their tenacious hold
on everyday pleasure.
One day in eternity is well worth the sacrifice.