I'm searching
for words
numbers
letters
some alphabet
something numeric
that would
be more
precise
that could
better describe
how I feel
more over
how I am
it seems
I'm reeling
being something
other than
normal
just perhaps
more formally
painting pictures
pencil drawings
even charcoal
sketches
might mean
more
than words
or numbers
there is
a mighty sword
cutting out
my heart
slicing me
to my bones
I simply feel
modern life
has torn me
completely apart
rendered me
with its razor knife
to little bits
down to nothing
to tiny pieces
to that particular
broken place
where all
my particles
can never
truly atone
or truly
find
some genuine kind
of stardust
shaft of light
bringing me
fully back
to that
divine place
where my
wandering
searching
soul
will
find itself
in my
true home
so in my
confusion
yet beyond
muddy delusion
I feel
ready
to favour birds
chirping insects
telling me
their sacred stories
freely sharing
their sacred sounds
such holy words
all their rhythm
all their numbers
abounding
with natural
divine glory
revealing
to me and you
God's precious
consistent glory
dressing existence
with divinity
that holy crown
so we might see
from our earthly view
Creation's cherished
priceless story
more than
words and numbers
could ever do
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