THE RUNWAY

Standing at Bay

With no need to make hay

For the sun has already set

As the clouds and moon had bet

This is real life unveiled

Tango of the night revealed

So as to be thy own saviour

Heed to my unqualified rumor

Why stare at a pulpit?

Whilst you are the lectern 

Is it because you're deemed unfit,

Or the anointing isn't yet your turn?

Oh brother, is it a mistake?

That you have a stake

To be rich and worthy

That thou has churned worldly?

This sister is blessed with dimples!

And curves so simple

To cause a tremble 

In pillars of a temple

But because your gift

Can cause a tectonic drift

Has become a disadvantage

That at this young age

You cannot be called a sage

So where are all the teachings

The faith and commitment preachings

Are we now likened

To those backslidden

We cannot wait any longer

Call a sister and brother

Let's all get back to "Grace"

Confess our deeds of disgrace

As the runway is tared for arrival

Let's ask for a revival 

A Spiritual survival

One plea to be unleashed

To impact our world yet untarnished

Till our work here on earth is finished.

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