Caught up in a whirlwind of emotions
Hunger pangs
Weak
With no solace outside of myself
With no peace in the present
Voices echo
Smiles linger
My attempts to sacrifice the lower
Thwarted by my other
The accuser becomes the accused
And the liar becomes a theif
Robbing me of my peace
"Where are ur desires young man?
Wherein do u rest or feet?"
The psalmist speaks,
"Who summons the sun by day
And the moon by night?"
He speaks as if he never left
The proverbial king without a throne
He speaks as if he never left
The Ecclesiastical priest without a home
nomadic souls lost in time
Reappearing in eras unknown
Thru him the spirit bids utterance
Thru him we find our own
Thru him the spirit bids utterance
Thru him we find our way back home