Humility

In contemplation, I sit, a tapestry of seventy-six winters spun,
A psalm of life's journey, wisdom's battles won.
Tears fall like gentle rain, a lament for hearts astray,
Where reason and love falter amidst disarray.

Insanity eclipses, a shadow on the soul,
A yearning for unity, yet divisions take their toll.
Minority ruling, disenfranchising the vast,
Forcing children to choose, their identities cast.

A symphony of sadness is cast like stones,
Self-hate projected, discord sown.
Hope, a fragile ember, flickers in the dark,
As the death march persists, where shadows hark.

In youth, I couldn't halt the relentless stride,
Nor now, in aged wisdom, where strength hides.
Yet, in this saddening journey, a solace deep and wide,
For God reigns supreme, every knee shall bow in stride.

Every knee, not one, but all shall bow,
In allegiance to Christ, a solemn vow.
A timeless truth, to this fleeting breath,
A psalm of peace, in the face of death.