Questions thrown at heavenA Poem by SleeplessVolcano"The hardest questions stir the sweetest answers"
Am I free?
Am I stuck in quick sand of sin? Am I free from lurking demons within? Am I free? Am I chained to millstones of maimed memories? Am I free from festering fears of troubled tomorrows? Am I free? Am I locked in a prison of my wandering words? Am I shocked that the rebel within threw away the key? Am I like that dog going back to its vomit? Am I like those pearls scattered before the swine? Am I that hidden coin, lost in a dark, unknown corner? Am I that prodigal son, Swallowing my pride Refusing, at last, to continue to hide? What are you doing here, my son, On the rubbish heap of lost dreams, And misdirected wishes? You scrape your healed scars With scraps of resurrected pain You fight my guiding spirit every day And go your own, sin-inspired way. You started all those years ago Seeking the place Where my presence dwells - What happened? Who bewitched you? Who derailed your happy zeal? Give me the treasure of your soul Let me look under the furniture of your life, And find that pearl of greatest price - The gold coin of lasting faith. Offer your restless self as a living sacrifice On my gentle altar of ceaseless grace And there you'll find my love-drenched face. © 2015 SleeplessVolcanoFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorSleeplessVolcanoAbout"In the end there doesn't have to be anyone who understands you. There just has to be someone who wants to". Robert Brault Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life. ~ Pablo Pica.. more..Writing
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