Watching you
constantly worry,
constantly hurry,
scurrying to and fro,
woe for the fury.
Lost in a whirlwind
of your own consequence,
no consideration
for your deliverance.
Pushed down and sidled
with constant affectionate.
Cold and unwhole,
unconsoling deliberate.
Stripped of your soul,
no control of the obstinate,
consummate liar
in the fires of a testament.
You let your only sin
become your only strength.
You let them define you
by the rope from which you hang.
Swinging on the breeze,
turned each and every way.
What if I cut you loose,
free of your noose today?
Would you play?
Follow and chasing
the dogmas effacing,
creating a place
where delight is distaining.
Strip off the vestments
of prophets and yes-men.
We follow the profit,
we made our investments.
In rockets and science,
in cars and appliances,
reached for the sky
and then die in our silence.
Unreachable, teachable
moment so quiet,
when we realize
that there someone behind us.
It’s so very obvious
that you’re scared;
how did you get up there?
I don’t see a ladder,
or a chair.
If this isn’t a suicide,
it must be despair.
a love lost lingering
over what
was never there.
Fulfill your heart
until you start
to rise up
beside us.
No longer a part,
that light in
your eyes is
you cutting the cords
that restrained you.
Inflamed all the words
that contained you.
Be alive in this
moment as
it is.
Liberate
your consciousness;
there’s no reason to worry,
my friend.
We all find our light
in the end.
So stifle your sorrows,
for even time bends
and bears strange fruit.
HG – 2018
