A green, unseasoned ox
Was put unto the plow
A yoke was placed upon it
To work the master's rows
It balked at the job given
For it did not know how.

The master saw it's plight
He knew it had to learn
So he brought a great and seasoned ox
And a double yoke was worn
They both pulled a wagon
Filled from stem to stern.

The master tapped them with the reins
They both began to pull
The new and yet unknowing ox
Got it in its skull
To go a path that was unsafe
It's wits were yet quite dull.

So it balked again and cried
To go the other way
But the great and seasoned ox
Stood there in the fray
He allowed the younger ox
To buck and buck all day.

So finally the younger ox
Was tired, began to wheeze
It knew it was defeated
It's pride was finally seized
It bowed down in humility
And fell onto its knees.

The ox cried bitterly
In its enormous shame
The other ox was greatly moved
For its weeping out HIS NAME
He nuzzled it & stroked it
For HE was once the same.

The master, too, came off his seat
And succored the poor beast
He gave it food and water
Held it to his breast
The greater ox lay down with it
So that it could rest.

The young ox finally rallied
Was ready for the fight
Of pulling the great burden...
... but found that it was light!
For the greater ox was pulling, too
He stout and he forthright!

The master smiled proudly
The young ox would reach the goal...

And what WAS this great burden?

Billions of HUMAN SOULS...


SoulSurvivor
(C)1/28/2017


*"Come to me, all you who are weary
and burdened, and I will give you rest.
Take my yoke upon you and learn from
me, for I am gentle and humble in heart,
and you will find rest for your souls.
For my yoke is easy,
and my burden is light."
Matthew 11:28-30 NIV

When did we all start walking backwards
When did we stop listening for the truth
Was it before or was it afterwards
Crazy was set on cruise

It wasn't like this in the beginning
Does this mean we're nearing the end
Is this how Satan makes his living
Throwing blinders over the minds of men

Have we been played for a song off key
To the tune of hold on tight
I remember when wrong used to be so lonely
Now lonely has a hold of right

Crazy now comes in different flavors
One for each day of the week
Twice on Saturdays to share with the neighbors
Cartoon crazy at it's peak

Yet to some this all seems normal
Where right is wrong and wrong is right
Which makes me think we're headed for trouble
All loose change without any dimes

Humming along to a song off key
To the tune of hold on tight
I remember when wrong used to be so lonely
Now lonely has a hold of right

Done with tiny masquerade parties
Accepting sweet passionatecandlesbeimg briskly blown away
Unacceptable timetables of perfection predictability
Immense knowledge must be withered away in the ******* like forest
We all must understand each other to begin to give pure unadulterated ever quenching water back to our MOTHER EARTH
Trumps a fkr