You Came a Long Way, Baby Face

Ha! BABY FACE! What? Where?

How quickly the years roll by, years where we thought we’d be forever beautiful, forever young. I have to laugh at the rich and lovely on Social Media. Because whether we are here to see it, or just their peers, death will overtake them. As it overtakes us all, since Satan told the first lie, in The Garden of Eden. Which was, absolutely, a real place.

Sorry to burst your lipo-suctioned and botulism-toxin blown up lips and butts and boobs. Oh! Am I being insensitive and snide? Well…yes. Perhaps I am a wee bit jealous. It’s not the beauty(well, yes it is…), it’s the LOCATIONS!!

OM Heavens to Betsy!!! Where are these places? Where the waters are crystal, the sands are shining like diamonds and the Mega Gazillion Dollar suites look out at nothing but Milky-Way….I though I lived in Paradise?!?

Pink Dusk©STMartin

Whoa, Nellie!!! Simmer down, Sister! Fleeting…it’s all fleeting and a striving after the wind. Remember Solomon? As in King Solomon, King David’s son? The guy God blessed with knowledge so vast that even the Queen of Sheba was blown away by it? Solomon was wealthiest man ever to live if you add wisdom to his material value, because, hey, these modern day gigazillionairres don’t have a full deck…just check out that cowboy hat, or listen to the stuck faced golden Marlon Branson dude praise himself for going to space.

But, sigh, I am no better, not even if I pretend to be morally superior. Nope. I am just as sinful, equally unworthy in the eyes of our Creator, Jehovah. I do recognize my God as Almighty Sovereign of the Universe. And His Son as King of God’s Government. So, perhaps in that sense…no, not even then. Because we ALL fall short of the glory of God. All the money, the beauty, the lack thereof…none of it gives us an edge in relation to God Almighty.

True Justice, true balance, true order exists with Jehovah. And the day rushes towards us when we will each have to take our stand, either with our Creator, and the Source of all Life, the very embodiment of Good, Jehovah God.

Or not.

No fence, no tightrope walking, no second guesses…in that day equality ends. Because if you are not on God’s side…then you’re just naught.

Author: ST Martin

I am an Artist, Poet and Author. A Survivor of Violent Sexual Abuse and Rape, I have lived thru Severe Domestic Violence, Twenty Three years of Addiction and Alcoholism, Family Dysfunction, Chronic Pain, Dependence on Opioids, and 2 Venomous Snake Bites...I have Been Stabbed, Shot at, Tied to a Tree and Choked Unconscious. A Quarter Horse Rolled on Me, as did a Lawn Tractor. I also Wrecked a Harley into a Tree! I also have PTSD and Rapid Cycling Bipolar Disorder, and spent my 18th birthday in a Locked Psychiatric Ward. I am so much more than this: I feel like a tiny seed that sprouted in a desert, and now has grown into a Passion Vine. My Art is my Voice, Screaming, Crying, Praying, Loving, Laughing, Healing- all in Riotous Color...