I’ve had many houses; but lost my home;
Like a drifter; I feel displaced; thus I roam
in the mind of the abyss; I lay my head…
fitting in no where; constantly afraid
of the anger that lies just on the surface…
unknowing of when it might unsurface;
I’ve been a haven for many weary souls
wandering in the nights of bitter cold…
strangers; often kinder than family,
or could it simply be they needed me…
when I could provide warmth and rest–
flying lessons for birds dropped from the nest.
Where are those birds; where have they flown?
In dreams I envision they’ve sustained their own.
I know they flew with love supreme…
like mirrored lights reflected, untamed; unseen
I feel i’m building up a wall of distance, strong!
In my times of need; where have they gone?
Perhaps they’ve barely strength to hold their own?
Resentment builds; yet dissipates…
twas not their plan; simply my fate…
I strain to love; yet can not hate.
I look within for the lesson; What can it be?
Why has good fortune abandoned me?
Whilst satan raises his ugly face
I pray to retain faith, love and grace…
Is this a test of will divine?
I search to God; send me a sign!
Allow not my heart to turn to stone…
from hurts that ache down to the bone.
My light is dimming; draining love thereof…
I never understood a heart that could not love.
Seems a long ago prayer for humility
alas is answered to reveal the cold heart’s reality;
step into the cold shoe; comprehend the rashion
of the souls who lost ability for compassion.
Enough! enough! . . . I must end this madness!
that’s quickly overshadowing joy by darkened sadness
I grasp a candle of hope; I whisper a prayer…
that by grace I pass the lesson of dispair
~Pride first, then the crash, but humility is precursor to honor. Proverbs 18:12 (The Message)