Here's something I started a while ago and have kept coming back to over the past several months. Not sure what it all means, still struggling with that and trying to figure it all out.


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Honor rides on his shoulders like a cowboy rides his prized stallion.
Although he has a tight grip on the reins,
beneath his chaps and boots
lies his shame.

Grace rains down from the heavens but doesn't touch his heart
because he wears a rain jacket of selfishness and pride.

He's breaking fast; his bones will soon be ground into powder.

It's raining harder and the skies are crashing and thundering louder.
Where will he turn? What will he do?

Mistakes, like death, cannot be undone
and lies, like natural disasters, cannot be reversed or taken back.
Hurricanes will always result in muddy floods
and earthquakes in broken, disheveled ground.

Similarly, once a man has made up his mind
and acted upon his thoughts,
his actions and the resulting reactions
are set in stone like a civil war memorial statue of a general in all his sinful glory.