Left...Or Right? ? ? Poem by Trevor Schulte

Timid hearts bow in unison
to the resurrected promise
blown away by majesty
and left gaping,
with a truth that stands.
All doubt, overtaken;
all presumptions, mistaken;
all false hope, forsaken.
The pure agony that beats
the mere mortal souls
as passitivity takes its toll
Overlooked chances
in which shifts were probable
Failed gambles
where fortune be sought
over compassion to be wrought
Left are petty deeds that were done
not for the good but for pride won
Sin again and again
with no question of what could have been
Punctured problems pile
as horrified hearts humble
and all that's left is the question
did you ever give the confession
For the path to the cross
may be rather violent
but worse are the words
that are kept silent