I look back at where I came from.
The pain and the suffering,
fresh blood still pouring from resent wounds
piercing the heart
chaos protruding from the order
falling apart
falling apart
falling a ……
A black light blinds with it's flash.
A voice, echoing, "IT IS NOT YOUR TIME."
I'm back on the cliff, looking back.
She comes,
Support.
bringing order to the chaos
capping the streams, healing the wounds
I'm put back together. Our light shines,
Blinds --------- encompasses all. We walk away.
The harbinger returns to it's home, under the cliff's.
March 26, 2001
Everything
Where it went, now that it’s back, I wonder…
It was dormant,
or perhaps hiding form the sin’s I was willingly committing.
It doesn’t matter now. I can’t not be moved by this presence.
It disappeared for a long while
I thought it was gone forever, never to get back to that point
Thing would never be that good again.
It doesn’t matter now. I can’t not be moved by this presence.
A fire burns inside me, two hundred twelve degrees,
Boiling over in my soul.
It’d been so long since I had this type fire.
It doesn’t matter now. I can’t not be moved by this presence.
This Fire is everything, and only God’s thoughts can penetrate it.
My love for one burns through the Fire,
And continues to burn through all the rainy days of my life.
It doesn’t matter now. I can’t not be moved by this presence.
This presence moves me toward that one, and in that one I tale my refuge from all the evil in this world.
All my Sin’s are forgiven, and I’ll spend the rest of this life and eternity with this one.
Fire Burns Through My Soul, Burning For One.
March 12, 2002
One
I am one
alone, forever
watching those I love.
I am one
promised I'll always be there
worried for them.
I am one
always cool, always calm, always collected.
This is not me, but this is me.
I Am one
confused, omniscient
right behind them all the way.
I Am one
I turn, they're there.
Watching out for me.
I Am one
one of many.
April 12, 2001
Copyright ©2002 Scott Alan Wyatt