VINDICATE ME...

The paths I trod on are damp at the surface, stagnant beneath and brick hard at the bottom,
Each staggered step triggers the voluminous siren of my soul
How much more, O Lord, must I endure?
Is this the product of my prayer!...or my peculiarites?

The paths I trod are sinking hopelessly, swallowing a hapless victim!
My heart ’wells’ in pain, O Lord, I yearn for the ‘tug’ of my ‘lines’ to remind me of your everlasting presence
Speak to me ’O Lord, what more should I do
to prepare, repair, interfere....and ensue

Omnipotent Redeemer! I’m trapped in my own kindness
I’ve prayed, not in anticipation for this season
Without warning! my hopes, my expectations, my love?
Has been cast aside by the very photographic hands that inspired them
How am i to know i wasn’t ready?
Isn’t this what you planted?

Almighty healer, hear my cry before I’m too sodden and saturated to peel, pull and give again
I loved because I felt it
I loved because it came from the ‘guttermost’ of my heart
I loved because you loved me first!

And i can only give what you had bestowed
your intentions, I KNOW, are not for me to understand
but couldnt it had been different? delicate?
why instead...raw? n draconian?

I revealed myself not to petition for a position
but to clean my spotted, speculated end of the coin
stamped, scraped, spat' n smothered; seemingly reflecting the contrary
the contrary to your worship, your beliefs, your home...!

From a switch... to... a circuit of tangled wires, fraying insulation and a missing fuse!

but unlike man and all that dribbles from his mortal lips
My God will repair, renew and make whole.... again

I wish you well

My friend

I wish you well