that which binds us . . .

that which binds us

there are so many convexing things upon my spirit

my soul is whispering of it’s pain

and i hear it

the tears of the Saints has become a river

yet it washes not the sediment of my anguish away

i sit and i ponder the paths man has traveled

seeking, seeking, seeking answers

trying to unlock the code  to that bright day

where liberation abides

the chains called loyalty has negated our purpose

and we somewhat willingly go along

in “Self” denial

God denial

and still yet the painted smiles

shine through

even in the darkest of time

we have still found our way

and we shall again

and again

and again

one thing the teachings did impart

was that faith was where it begins

and ends

with out it we are doomed

to but destroy the holy of holies

“self”

as so many do this very day

when we perhaps have a chance to but glimpse

i pray that we remember the light

that light that filters through

and touches that place

and if it should succeed

i do plead with you

please remember what you saw

and come back and tell us about it

share a truth with us this day

bring us a hope that will deliver us

if but for a moment

from the convexing things upon our Souls

that which binds us

© 7 March 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.