Sunday, April 25, 2021

Wrists Broken as in Prayer ~ Sunday, April 25, 2021

Just God: Like pouring milk in a tall glass
Under 6'? Must be this tall to ride
Stuck in the underworld of ghosts and shades
To say I was dead before I found bliss

God knows how I climbed the mountain and saw
Oneness undivided, love without greed
Damaged souls awakened within these graves

Light from light, true God from true God, I drink
In all experience, the great, the few
Kingdom come on earth but do I believe
Even as the sun sets but never sleeps

Pour a tall glass of milk in disbelief
Of the life of the world to come, a slap
Upsets the child, guzzles mother's milk, drunk
Religious since my conception, I dream
In foreign tongues of scrolls and flames, I eat
Nightmares haunting my lost childhood, I bleed
Gushing light from my eyes, I bang the drum

Making noise my battle cry against time
Ignorant of my purpose on earth, fate
Laughs at my blunders, my missteps, I wade
Knee-deep in the ocean searching for truth

Insistent waves lap up the shore, the same
Never the eternal return of foam

Aging precipitously towards death

Transparent as the sky, I seek not fame
Ask the sea spray about the boiling broth
Liquid sunshine warms the breath of my wrath
Little, too little, much too late. Fish fry

Granted eternal rest, swim belly up
Lesson learned, coral fades, my pain persists
As memories transformed, why should I lie
Sucker punched before birth, what a dumb sap
Shrinking forests portend my life as blessed

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