As He leads me Home
25 April 2016
Slippery steep slope
The past a sleek marble wall
For the lost to grope
Holding on to threads
Silken, embedded in cracks
No basis for fate
The future’s presents
Unseen by the blind of heart
Pennies on their eyes
See them walking dead
Their bosoms laden with stones
Of their precious kind
Garland of flowers
Withering from stressful times
Each their own cross borne
I dwell in the now
My feet open source of surge
Thunderbolt for skies
Electricity
Coursing through my seething hands
His message of love
Infinity calls
Within my chest the answer
As He leads me Home
Reading of the poem:
Crisis of Faith – Audiomachine
Path to Freedom – Audiomachine
Home Again – Audiomachine