Another oldie
Here's another old one I wrote in 2004.
"Comic Faith"
I lost the Sun at the bottom
In a hospital bed, and bleeding from the chest
The Preacher was unequipped for such occasions
The sheep of the Lord's flock weren't to throw themselves at the fences
Or over them like one-way angels
I felt sad for him and myself
Because his sanctuary held no more peace for me
It seemed liike he'd never seen that before
He was as lost as I was
In this room and under this watch
The church doors began revolving
I was leaving at the same time as entering
Didn't want to be a heretic in the herd
Would be wrong to say "Praise Him" if I didn't mean it or feel it
There were long years adrift on an ocean without tides
Water as smooth as my skin once was
The only wind was soul-heavy breaths
Tied to anchors and the albatross
I got so mad at myself for not being happy there
For not feeling light or love in a night place
And only now do I know I was looking for the wrong kind of light
I was looking for the Sun but not seeing the Moon
She shines in the sky but not as much as inside me
For Her I will wear captured stars and play my ancestor's songs
And our love will border on incestuous
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THIS UNIT WILL SELF-DESTRUCT UPON TERMINATION OF TARGET
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