what is this ? . . .

what is this

what is this urging

what is this gnawing of my heart

that makes me yearn for that something

that sings at times

cries at times

between the rhymes

and the words of anguish

what is this language

of discordant symphonies

playing with my hopes

and my wants

what is this that haunts me

day in day out

what is this feeling

that at times has me standing

and demanding

other times reeling

for understanding

of the path i should travel

am i alone

as i attempt to unravel

the mystery of my life

will history aid me

save me

deliver me

to where i need to be

i hear voices

some within

some without

speaking of choices

sowing seeds of fear

and doubt

stealing my light

only to supplant it

with that of their own

and in the gardens of my desires

my seeds have been sown

have they not ?

they have been tried

in the trials of  fire

and what it is that is required of me

i can not always see

but i do know that this insanity

i have allowed

provides no sanctity

but does give me a lesson

i think

so this day i am confessing

that Father i need thee

and i embrace wholly

the Holy

and i hear the whisperings

and i know it is you

for paths do not speak

nor do visions

nor do Trees

nor Children

nor Friends

and i make this amend

that you are my friend

and it is You who speaks

through these things

and the wings of my thought

are gathered

upon the precipice

of new beginnings

should i leap

let go

will the flow

of the currents of air

be fair to me

and lift me

to where i need to be

tell me

whisper to me again

what is this

what is this

what is this

19 June 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

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