Remain I, lost
Where art thou?
Send me an omen that you are here,
that thy revelations, to me, are not in vain.
I seek epiphany, yet
epiphany seeks only the great Ones
(or so it seems)
Wish I to be worthy of Higher Knowledge.
May I not shine, as your example?
May I not love, as you so love?
Ancient pages guide,
Still, I search
'cause termites, tears and torn pages can affect alphabet on paper
but Your true Word lives
it inhales;
Un-blind me, please;
help me understand understanding.
What others are so clear on,
reveal to me in increments mental hands can grasp.
I promise to try not messing things up,
if you help me tonight.
I can hear whispers,
clarity -however- eludes
It comes with a price, doesn't it?
I shall pay,
I shall pray.
I attempt to get closer I to sky.
I desire to know the Secrets that a half-blade of brown, wilted grass knows;
for even something nearing the end of its cycle,
that I walk upon with muddied shoes,
has discovered (and forgotten) more than
mortal me.
Allow your wisdom, grace and light to bathe me;
that I may represent Divinity on earth;
-and help unhappy children pick smiles,
as they hang low from friendly backyard trees.
Can you you hear me?
I do not trust man or edited versions of "truth" or "his-story";
I only have faith in You.
Help me find
my
way.
Where art thou?
Send me an omen that you are here,
that thy revelations, to me, are not in vain.
I seek epiphany, yet
epiphany seeks only the great Ones
(or so it seems)
Wish I to be worthy of Higher Knowledge.
May I not shine, as your example?
May I not love, as you so love?
Ancient pages guide,
Still, I search
'cause termites, tears and torn pages can affect alphabet on paper
but Your true Word lives
it inhales;
Un-blind me, please;
help me understand understanding.
What others are so clear on,
reveal to me in increments mental hands can grasp.
I promise to try not messing things up,
if you help me tonight.
I can hear whispers,
clarity -however- eludes
It comes with a price, doesn't it?
I shall pay,
I shall pray.
I attempt to get closer I to sky.
I desire to know the Secrets that a half-blade of brown, wilted grass knows;
for even something nearing the end of its cycle,
that I walk upon with muddied shoes,
has discovered (and forgotten) more than
mortal me.
Allow your wisdom, grace and light to bathe me;
that I may represent Divinity on earth;
-and help unhappy children pick smiles,
as they hang low from friendly backyard trees.
Can you you hear me?
I do not trust man or edited versions of "truth" or "his-story";
I only have faith in You.
Help me find
my
way.
