He is a constant companion.
His talons creep up my skin
And he reaches to caress
The haven of my existence:
My mind.
He snatches it
And captures it
And locks it
In the cell of a prison,
Debilitating it with shackles
Until it can no longer function.
It writhes, wrestles, retches -
Releases.
But it was never good for Adam to be alone:
This is what he moans as he thrashes into my soul.
He shreds at the doors of the temple
In which the Sacred dwells,
The sanctuary of all the emotions I have ever felt:
My heart.
He punctures it until it is drained of its color.
It drags behind him,
Limping and lagging,
Empty of power.
And so they sit in chains:
My mind and my heart,
An arms width apart,
Their heads hanging low;
Wearily weeping,
Worn and wailing,
Unwillingly so.
The cells in my mind become like
That in which it's confined:
Cold and lifeless.
I can no longer think on you as I ought to.
The streams of my intellect and memory are
Boiled into a vapor, reduced to
Nothing more than a hazy stupor.
The blood in my heart freezes like ice after dark.
I can no longer smile on you as I long to.
My affections are eclipsed by my deficiencies,
Veiled by the nagging awareness of all my needs.
One day,
He may leave me.
He may be slain and stabbed
And breathe his last.
Or, he may cleave to me
Until I am frozen and lain in a casket.
But this relieves me:
This momentary affliction is
Preparing for me an eternal
Weight of glory.
Soon will my mind be restored;
Cells will crash and explode
From all they can know.
My heart will burst and colors will flow:
Reds and blues and purples and greens
And oranges and yellows and electricity -
Shocks from the sparks of your brilliance blasting
Out of the passion of your presence.
My rightful condition is this:
To eternally exist
In perfect strength and energy,
Echoing the noises of creation
And the voices of the ages,
The song of all eternity:
Holy,
Holy,
Holy,
Is he who holds the key
To life and
Death and
The prison in which
Exhaustion had me kept.
His talons creep up my skin
And he reaches to caress
The haven of my existence:
My mind.
He snatches it
And captures it
And locks it
In the cell of a prison,
Debilitating it with shackles
Until it can no longer function.
It writhes, wrestles, retches -
Releases.
But it was never good for Adam to be alone:
This is what he moans as he thrashes into my soul.
He shreds at the doors of the temple
In which the Sacred dwells,
The sanctuary of all the emotions I have ever felt:
My heart.
He punctures it until it is drained of its color.
It drags behind him,
Limping and lagging,
Empty of power.
And so they sit in chains:
My mind and my heart,
An arms width apart,
Their heads hanging low;
Wearily weeping,
Worn and wailing,
Unwillingly so.
The cells in my mind become like
That in which it's confined:
Cold and lifeless.
I can no longer think on you as I ought to.
The streams of my intellect and memory are
Boiled into a vapor, reduced to
Nothing more than a hazy stupor.
The blood in my heart freezes like ice after dark.
I can no longer smile on you as I long to.
My affections are eclipsed by my deficiencies,
Veiled by the nagging awareness of all my needs.
One day,
He may leave me.
He may be slain and stabbed
And breathe his last.
Or, he may cleave to me
Until I am frozen and lain in a casket.
But this relieves me:
This momentary affliction is
Preparing for me an eternal
Weight of glory.
Soon will my mind be restored;
Cells will crash and explode
From all they can know.
My heart will burst and colors will flow:
Reds and blues and purples and greens
And oranges and yellows and electricity -
Shocks from the sparks of your brilliance blasting
Out of the passion of your presence.
My rightful condition is this:
To eternally exist
In perfect strength and energy,
Echoing the noises of creation
And the voices of the ages,
The song of all eternity:
Holy,
Holy,
Holy,
Is he who holds the key
To life and
Death and
The prison in which
Exhaustion had me kept.
