why do we find ourselves falling asleep
when we are meant to be waking up?
shine your light so bright
it opens up my eyes
to see your glory moving
thru the room.
why have i limited what i cannot see
are there rules that confine mysteries?
shake the earth beneath my feet
so that i must stand upon the rock to keep from falling.
ive tied this rope around my wrists;
take it from me and guide me in the way i should go
because i dont know the way.
these eyes are blinded be years of slumber,
my finger stiff from lack of use,
and my mind is tired.
i have filled it with the debris that was given me
when i ask for truth.
my heart is shreded
from something i thought was love.
i have so little to give.

k.g.

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