Home Sick

Is it too much to ask,

To want to go home?

With every new task completed,

To feel so alone?

The more we speak,

The further away throne.

What appears to be near,

To the eyes

Are contradictions grown more severe

Some listen

Some hear

Some here

And do not listen

Never been so well accompanied

And so confused


Is it too much to wish,

To want to go home?

Sometimes pouncing

Self righteous and justified

In one’s own mind

And the lessons pour forth

Geysers of chastening

That mystify

And pride bows out

Bows down

Brought low

Humbled and broken

But is it still too much to ask,

An answer..?

To these things,

So afraid to be asked.

Which a wretched man

Has spoken

Is it too much to ask,

To want to go home?

Live Wire

I was shown such things

At a very tender age

I didn’t ask…

But it was foisted upon me nonetheless

When all I wanted to do was play

It festered and grew

The old

Along with the new

Confusion, intrusion, disillusion

Were the accepted norm

Too callused and numb to even know

When I was walking in storms

(to many, i must have seemed really dumb)

Lightning thrilled my eyes

And I couldn’t get enough

Thunder was music to me

Getting caught in the rain

Always a pleasant surprise

I watched as others ran

Never understood why?

Guess I didn’t have enough sense to “know”

Whatever they knew so certainly

Compared to the storms raging within me

The world outside seemed like child’s play

One time I stood and watched in awe

Slowly drawing closer

As a downed live wire thrashed about violently

Adults nearby were shouting things at me

But I couldn’t hear them

My mind tuned them out

Just garbled, muffled cries, that were meaningless

I was mesmerized…

And only had one thought on my mind

Reaching out to the white hot brilliance

Touch the sparks

Unafraid and determined

I was suddenly yanked away by a stranger

Even as a child I knew

Though I didn’t yet know that I knew

I looked at this stranger that was red in the face

And shouting at me

Correcting in Love…

And thought clearly this:

(“it was fine, all was good, I was safe either way”

But somehow I knew he would not have understood)

“Thank you Sir”

Would have to suffice

Strolled away
Head still in the clouds
(Unconsciously taking it all in)
Naïve in doze daze.

live wire

Unite My Heart

Short Reads in the Son

You must do it

You mus draw me

To that place of perfect peace

Where your truth

Becomes my balance

And your smile my heart’s release.

I am tired of

Double motives

And the soul pushed to and fro’

I would rather

Listen to you

For directions where to go.

And the past proved

You are worthy

To receive my utmost trust.

What a marvel!

Heaven stoops down,

Daily shepherds wayward dust.

Other fears now

Duly quieted

By the one fear of your law

And the comfort

Of your keeping

Fills this settled heart with awe.

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