Turn

Warn blanket strains to keep

together

Heat weaves like escaping hope

Into the evening chill

Whispers kissing my soul

Like a child

There you will find stuff of the kingdom

Endless talking about how it might be

Emerging egos guiding light

I am needing truth

and being led by a dim light

Or so I thought

Incarnation is all the buzz

God, I am sick of it

Hell in a handbasket

A blow to the head and death all around

Who sees the light?

Endless talking about how it might be

Emerging egos posturing like the rest

of those whom they claim to have missed

them

Paradox their drink of choice

Another drunken tatooed sailor

floating on the sea of self

God you came to us

You came to me

So simple

So raw

So dim

I miss you

Daily

Yet I don't

The very wind whispers

kisses my face

to the core of my soul

Yet still confused on direction

Leaf strewn roads

Less traveled

path eched

By souls led

By dim light and timely kisses

From a loved one