Poetry

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"The Fool"
By; Gary L. S. West


Oh sanity, that master cruel,
Has once more cast me as the fool
Employed me as a witless tool
In all its petty schemes

My confusion endless teems
Feeding into silent screams
Perpetual, or so it seems
Leaves me a ragged man

Adds to my spirit's flames a fan
And, like a fool, I turned and ran
To leave my body weak and wan
And nowhere left to go

Sinking in the mud like so
Never having seen my foe
And all the things I know I know
It turns out I was wrong

To never know where I belong
I'm out of step with every song
And all alone amidst the throng
And so I blindly stare

The things I saw were never there
And life has never once been fair
And as I tumble through the air
I don't know where I'll land

I'm caught in shifting, swirling sand
And while I do not understand
Out of the dark reaches a hand
To lead me to the stars

Despite all of the jolts and jars
I'm passing through my unseen bars
And though I still have many scars
I don't have thirty-nine

To have a Savior so divine
Who heals such horrid wounds as mine
And does not leave a single sign
Has brushed away debris

So the Man of Galilea
Has reached out to rescue me
Soothed my mind and set me free
Can't decribe how I feel

And so I by my Brother kneel
Before the Father, so surreal
It is to God that I reveal
"For You I, glad, be fool."

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