Tears that come from true sorrow
over time wears down the arrow
of the heart, the marrow
of the bone, the sorrow
of being alone and unable
to atone
I have only cried for myself
very little which is plenty
From the age of three to twenty
I cried tears of the saint in me
who filed each violation against humanity
into that which cannot be condoned
When the Spirit of divine compassion
fills my mind with the promise of tomorrow
the only thing that soothes my soul
that's where I follow
The All in One Trinity
Those tears that give me clarity
and remind me I'm on my way home
When you are centered on the source, waters run clear
When I grew up to resist the tears
to be unattached to pain and fear
knowing that hoary burning bush could be near
The bush cannot perish in flame
the waters are likewise soul soma
I have always known what comes of the highest
of highs and the lowest too
Bereft of the balance
of the spiritual ballast
When prayer is only in name
like trying to find your way all alone
What I have been waiting for
will come of it's own accord
Our secret treaty is the heavenly door
on which I have come to knock through many a stage
My super soul, by you, is aflame
and we work toward our robes and thrones
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