Fear and Beauty

Dear Good Lords’ Table,
How fears wash away
like yellow flames disappearing
when covered with water
when thinking of the beauty
extant in Your creation of this world;
i pitty all the people who tried
to do what they couldn’t
failed and blame their grief on something else,
while trying to fix matters;
they say You All work mysteriously
but you don’t cause pain -
pain exists from the choice
to do what can not be done -
from choosing to try the wrong path,
after walking a little ways on the wrong road
having it disappear behind
so you can’t go back to start over.
Or is that the telling of the wrong step -
trying fitfully to start again instead of
recognizing and welcoming a mistake,
going on from there to make life better;
So many people live in self induced pain
without even knowing what they do.
Perhaps, one day, You’ll let us see
our errors and, like a waterfall
becoming a fountain, we’ll quiet down.
Until then, Thank You for the choices,
Dear Good Lords’ Table