The Word

Preach to me preacher
For the godless comedian speaks to my pain
Preach to me preacher
For I am alone
In the midst of our people
I am alone
God’s word cuts deep
And I do not think I can bear it
Preach to me preacher
And let me be hewn asunder.

The Numbness of Tears

Sadly defeated yet again
The heart too numb to cry
You grab your bottle and I’ll grab my soul
As we wait to die.

Draw Near

After trying it my way
For so many years
Perhaps, as it turns out,
the “on my own” approach
is not going to work.
You know at some point
After a period of diligence
You begin to suspect
That you have tried enough
both in duration
and intensity
and now it is safe to say
Well, frankly that way just did not work.

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If You Could

Would you hang me from the street pole
Or burn me at a stake?
Would you drown me in the ocean
Or thrust a blade my life to take?

Would you push me off a tower
Or off a moving train?
Would you have me marry madame
Or on the block the same?

The seasons turn and come and go
And we forget that justice costs
And the biggest debt of all to take
Is our forgiveness in the loss.

I Would

Except that I love you
and want you to heal
and am more patient than you.

Except that you want me
and I want you to
want you to want me.

Except that you need me
and I don’t need you
and here we are now.

Waking

Another day
With little hope
and a worn out heart.

Shame

Holding the bag
The lights come on
We are too numb to cry.

The Beginning

Stories told that we would see
If our eyes were not so dim
But in the telling we will hear
What we could not see to trim.

And as we whittle all away
That does not lead us to the gate
I pause to look around today
And feel the chilly breath of fate.

I could not ever hope to rise
On the road that’s marked before
But map in hand with spirit’s guide
I make my way to distant shore.

Here Lies the Vicar

Simple things
Baby steps
Trust.

Words

The soul is weak from lack of food
And will not last the day
Unless the Maker speaks a word
And then the soul will say.