2-3-09, Tuesday
A call to all my brothers
To my brothers and sisters who are out there
Do your fellow hearts hear me?
Oh sister can you feel my soul?
They put you under persecution
But we know that's just the day-to-day swing
You search for friends then you figure them out
Keep your innocence, keep your reputation, hold onto your integrity
It's a gritty world out there.
Here I am
Crying on an invisible shoulder
Because there was no one for me
Because this burden no one can bear
This burden I alone can carry
To the cross that bears it well.
Oh loneliness, hollow
An island in the sea
Alone to feel the sun
Stretching high while the waters wash the weight of the world's treasures on my shores
Urchins and small rocks
Falling endlessly
Into the sleep of the waking dream
The repeating cycles
I am so tired.
Endless
I am built on rock
To stand forever
But these sobbing tears and waves that beat my brow to weariness will keep me awake
To feel the weight of the doing of the little things
Which rush in and steal time away from where it should be spent
God, to do anything
To help in any way You so choose
Would be preferable to the stress
Of having to climb the ladder a little higher
The escalator ladder goes down
And to stay on one must climb
To help anyone one must stay on.
God, I asked for no love of my own
Just Yours;
Yet how can I keep my eyes open—
How can I stay awake?
I am so tired
By this weary world.
