My ears have heard a voice, but
unwanted relevance persuades me.
It pursues me.
I have walked without my foot
in a solid place. And I stumble
upon places in the depths of
a chaos that only exists in theory.
But I am here in it.
The glory in this lives inside
of something else, but not in me.
I crawl before a window.
My knees ache, but I am here.
Cider stones fall from the roof
of my inequity.
My spirit is crushed.
The keys play for me, but
the notes do not give me freedom.
They haunt me.
They tempt me.
Drips of honey to quench
a desire for my fickled hands.
I toil in despair’s embrace,
But nothing lives in my agony.
Because He is near.
