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I know the mask you wear
is not you;
nor are the hilarious snorts,
silly giggles, and screams:
the real you—beautiful
soul—earlier reflected itself…
A mask can not reflect
what it is not—veiling
that which it can never be—
so I sit here in contemplation
of the task ahead
to bring back you—to bring
you back—from the influence
of the demon spirit
controlling and leading you
away from the true you…
leaving me tenaciously chasing
that phantom spirit
chasing you
trying to dissolve your grasp
of self—leaving a lost soul
in search of its navel beginning…
While the waters of time
may dissolve the crystals of pain,
the keloids of memory remain;
and though without limits,
time takes timed time
in its tic-tock melting…
Meanwhile, I sit here
beseeching the Sacred Power
to grant me divine wisdom
and guidance in the mission purpose;
a challenge faced with warrior hope
and the tenaciousness of valiant faith
that this cross too,
shall soon know the emptiness of inevitable
resurrection…
We are all of the family
of the bare cross—its healing spirit
forever with us—
if it were not so there’s no way
I would be sitting here
penning purpose preparation …
p.s.: A wiser one literally wrote:
You only need to seek and
you shall find…
You only need to ask and
it shall be given…
You only need to knock and
the door shall be opened…