Lemons, Demons And Lemonade Poem by John Sensele

When the tide turns against your aspirations, mom
Focus not on a small stricture or aperture but on a bigger picture
For deserved prize soon would and should come
As long as your determination and mission in your station don't rapture.

When from unexpected quarters currents of waters
Rock your boat and you float on the edge of despair
It's time to let God and his power create a solution that matters
In spite of tribulations and insinuations that surroundings can't repair.

When the significant half grows divergence crows, throws out hope and betrays vows
You made in good faith, don't allow defeat to enter your vocabulary
Lest confusion sows and blows with intention rows
Of seeds of imbalance, permanence, consequence in a semblance of a dissonance distillery.

When the bottom in your mind collapses
Due to failure by partners to meet contractual duties
Trust in God's thrust although synapses and lapses
Teem in your environment, mom, ignore crudities and obscenities.

When, mom, dark hours somehow decimate your flowers
Rise like a phoenix, prize open the lid on crates of disappointments
Let refuse recuse itself from God's powers
To blast their consciences beyond their appointments.

When, mom, society and anxiety seem to conspire
To steal the heel of the cream of your dreams
Allow the little voice within your mind to dictate choices that respire
Inspire, admire and dare to multiply seeds and feeds in your future streams.

When, mom, nuances of appearances and their dances
With a sleight of hand conjure up a battery of failed surgeries
Dare to pair hope with a slope on which enemy's lances
Couldn't harm your arm on a farm because God hid you in his hope prairies and libraries.

When, mom, a trusted soul casts lemons
Into your home, brew lemons into lemonade
Parade your faith into a serenade that degrade demons
Whose malice slices into smithereens in a love Palisade.

When, mom, sour grapes strut steps
Teeming with rancid sentiment with an acid intent
Bow your head and pray for God to metamorphose grapes
Into a love wine detractors and subtractors imbibe at their wrath event in their confusion tent.