This world is a sinking ship tossed by the waves of a slow quiet death.
This place and the weight it places on the shoulders of those who pass it by in the night. Looking on and out the windows as the world goes by pieces of me drifting out into the dark air. Bitterness in the hearts of men, their words can stick and fester, rotting the core of beauty and light. A small voice wells up inside me speaking in tongues I have almost forgotten, amnesia of the bright and beautiful. There is a war waged in secret under the layers of intent and passion. Each word each part of me that fights and gasps for breath unknown to me until I awake in dreams. When everyone around you sings the song of hopeless you must raise your voice higher to reveal the depths of the road we travel on. Building a place of hope and rest inside the arms of salvation. Bitterness will blind us change us infuse its black blooded sorrow into every pore. every breath. Saying to ourselves none of this matters, when all of it matters, every word every action matters.
This world is a sinking ship tossed by the waves of a slow quiet death. My spirit speaks and commands me to rise up, to stand on solid ground. Ship wrecked and broken but alive! I awake and hear the seas below me in my resting place as the current takes us to our destination. Im just passing through a drifter, a gypsy with a song in my heart that like candle light can flicker and fade out, but when it shines it brings the light into our eyes. A light that reveals the shadows that linger all around us. See the true face of the figures that pass us as we drift in thought. No longer numb to the pain, I feel all of those lies come back and find their resting place in me. Each day, each morning there is a chance to sing the songs of separation and the lowly or connect to the the rays of morning light that beckon us to a greater calling. I pray to see with unclouded eyes face to face with the spirit of him who sent me. As I gasp for air amidst the sea of darkness reaching up to the heavens..
I am still alive, my small voice calling out to my people hope is deathless in our spirits. The flame will never die in me even after I breathe my last… Call on me & I will answer. “Here I am, send me”
