zaterdag 10 december 2011

Bath, St Thomas, Jamaica

My path revealed a bath that healed..Not just any bath, not just any path.

Full of mosquito bites, from head to toe, muddled in the tropical sun and rain.
Still many sights and things to know, somewhere between fun and pain.
Wicked criminals playing with my mind, I have to be aware.
It’s no truth, it’s false, relief I won’t find. It’s self-interest, not true care.

My path revealed a bath that healed.. Not just any bath, not just any path.

I never lost hope, but had to mistrust. Good and bad can be close to each other.
I tried to cope, relaxing seemed a must. Yet someone off guard the wicked will bother.
I’ve done no wrong and my journey is long. Too much confusion in Babylon.
Yet I sang my song, kept faith all along. Even after finding out the con.

My path revealed a bath that healed..Not just any bath, not just any path.

The negative will not win at the end. The balance turns to the good.
For as I live, to righteousness I attend. A reward will come, I know it should.
The artificial and the unreal did not bring relief. I wondered then what could be done.
Natural water, hot and cold, I felt for real, not mere belief. And all mosquito bites were gone.

My path revealed a bath that healed..Not just any bath, not just any path.

(December 10th, 2011)

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