Ponder the Path: Davidic Musings: April 2022

Thursday, April 21, 2022

I am a fugitive on shifting sand.
Be wings for my feet; equip me for flight.
I am fast Hermes without a homeland;
Be my Olympian hope and foresight.

I am an actor waiting for my part;

Be the playwright and the inspiration.

I am a steamboat slob, a drunk Bogart;

Be my river and my destination.

I am a lonely poet in the dark;

Be my night-igniting words of thunder.

I am an old bench in an empty park;

Be the laughter and the frisbeed wonder.

I am a sad clown with a tear-stained cheek;

Be the spark, the felicity I seek.

I don't want to be here, I'm confessing;
This doesn't feel like home to me at all.

I'd sing it, but it's far too depressing,

So I'm praying while the rain starts to fall.

And the untamed wind is howling outside,

And droplets streak across my window pane;

It's as if they know I'm trying to hide

A loneliness that I cannot explain,

A lingering sorrow, a haunting ache,

A yearning to be somewhere far away.

I should be sleeping, but I'm wide awake,

List'ning to the wind, watching raindrops play,

Waiting for the sun, whispering a prayer

Through a looking glass, from my dark nowhere.

Splash some color on my black and white dreams.

Speak the truth; invade my indecision.
Split the dark inside me with your light beams.

Spit into my eyes; restore my vision.

Shake these walls of glass, this fragile ceiling.

Shield me from the storm of my own making.

Shower me with truth; replace this feeling.

Show me mercy when my heart is breaking.

Say I'm someone you're still willing to hold.

Sail into my harbor; leave me never.

Save me, though I've been indiff'rent and cold.

Sacred flame, burn in my soul forever.

Sit beside me; quiet me; speak for me.

Sing a song of love that will restore me.