You found in me

purpose, and I found

in you glory, while forgetting

commitment was only half

of the story – and as time

continued to whittle away

at our moments, there

would be no forgiveness, there

would be no atonement –

 

– you dragged me out of

contentment and threw me

into the fire, and I never

imagined the notes you’d

inspire for me to sing, for

me to grow into a man

that could live for a duty

and needed no plan –

 

– the many ways you’ve

used to crack away at my

shell, others might look at

and compare it to hell, but

there is no one that

could replace what you’ve

given, for you are the

muse that’s inspired

the mission –

 

– so let me keep walking, no

road map is needed, for

I’ll follow your voice to

where the prophets preceded,

and together we might still

find a moment or two when

the world folds back into

just me and just you.

 

 

 

An excerpt from, Out of the Fog: 30 Poetic Musings on the World to Which I Cling.

 

 

 

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