Truth and Tequila
At first it seemed an idea unfettered
That rose and held his hand.
It lead him on to test the waters
Tasting and feeling new land.
Surely, this teetotaler of past,
Could not, would not, take such call,
Allow himself to be so rash
To take such tempestuous fall.
From Grace, or so be it named
Not guiding the ship but letting it tether
Not keeping within safe shipping lane
Tossed and rolling, permitting the weather
To determine the masts' direction and time
The current to drive, wind to direct
No watchman at helm to tow a line
No map or compass to correct.
His hand wavered as the salt was turned
With his other he poured it with lust
Then the lemon to stop the burn
And then left to the liquors' trust
He began to waver, to feel less pain
And rode the wave of freedom at last
The shot was on the table lain
And the tequila gone from the glass
His first shots were fired
Not just one but three
His nerves became unwired
And his smile was glee
His eyes saw gossamer now
His lips a song
He had drank his first strong liquor now
Nothing wrong
The perfect world he had prayed and hoped
Had been a dream, a wasted shell
But this amber liquid was not a rope
That would hang him on the way to hell
It was a soother of man, a Godly gift no doubt
A comforter, this time it was real
He could love life while letting it drift
He finally began to feel.
The value in life had nothing to do
With being so perfect, doctrine in tow
With what one worshiped, believed was true
Or what one thought he could know
It was this - a simple act of life
Feeling and loving, smelling floral scent
Letting go of the pain and strife
Knowing life's not for sale - only for rent.