Burn baby burn
I will not be content
I hear the voices of the dead always
Their faces are always before my eyes
Screaming and gunfire is in the background of every conversation I ever have
And I am almost never wholly here
Part of me is always in the other place
And they are always with me
I see the dead.
burn baby burn.
Let the world go up in flames
I would not be more in pain
I would not then begin to doubt.
Let the heroes speak their peace
Let the angels blow their horns
Loose the devils to the world
I am no post-millennial.
I will not be consoled
unless by God’s own hand
I will not be sated
unless by His Spirit
I will not be calmed
unless by His voice in this wilderness.
I can feel your pain
and it hurts me
and maybe that
is why He became
one of us.
A Soul's Walk 
This is deeply touching dear friend.
It is good to know someone reads these every now and again.
I like reading your poetry! 🙂
Incredible…I did not expect that last two lines…WOW! It is not easy walking in the shoes of others…that is for sure…and it is not easy to watch and wait because there is nothing one can do but watch and wait when all else has been tried…Your writing is filled with passion!
Thank you for taking the time to read sir.