Man

a Short poem about finding spiritual meaning in unlikely places.

Man

I found my God in a one ribbed fury
Of tears, funeral bound I climbed the stars and
Caressed the soft night till blood ran dry and
Dusk reverberated in my heart now
Lovelorn, the flesh of time buckled under
Pressure, still blinded by his crooked sores.

I am my man and his thoughts are mine, mine
As we walk through twisted spires hell bound.
I received my revelations under
A wicked sky, tomb- side I sang and I saw the
The roots of change, which were all dust in time.
Man holds a dragon in the heart and mind.

I am my man and through his wills I walk
On water, an exile far from Eden.
His flaws are mirrored in my bush burnt smile
Yet sands of time shift for Him and I.
The moon, still dancing in our charnel eyes
Though they are blinded by his crucifix, where

Bloodied, His wrists, His hands grab out as if
To bless the very ground our feet are stood upon
Held down by the dogged horizon, the stars
Are all shapeless and formless in His light.
I am my man. Heaven born. Coffin torn,
Watering down the original sin.