needful things
i stood facing the East
my longings bared
and upon the surface
of my consciousness
seeking an understanding
that would fulfill
there were things
feelings
not only of body,
mind,
but of heart
needful things
we endure the lack
with hopes
that our cries are heard
while the tears of despair
stain our hopeful light
and pricks the bladder
that holds the air
of wantings
and desires
we are the ones . . .
for sure we are,
yet we cling
we let loose
we cling
we let loose
in our cyclic understanding
of our abilities
wedged betwixt the teachings
of our faith
needful things
yes,
matters not whether it is perception
nor illusion
the impact is the same
and when the Sun rises to greet me
i only wish to hear the utterance
of a name
i can call on
that requires not my patience
or the holding of etheric wishes
to greet me
where life’s authenticity resides
i am not hiding
yet there are shadows seeking
to engulf me
and what little light i see
about me
within me
and as a knight
in the night
i draw my sword of discernment
dashing it’s blade
slashing at my own
selective
and elective delusions,
those that i see
in the deceptive
reflective light of the Moon
waxing or waning
needful things
shall i be the Champion
of my own making ?
am i the Wizard
of this Soul Spoken Alchemy
the Masters,
the Mystics
and Sage speak of ?
is love truly the answer ?
and what does Romance have to do with it ?
and do i truly understand
the demands upon my call
for my evolution
beyond the presence
of what i call light ?
i stand in the Halls of the Holy
the moment of “NOW”
OPEN . . . .
willing
and ready
as best i can
knowing
as a man
and as a child
reconciliation
is the compelling nature
of my desirous essence
and suspect presence
so this is the moment
here i am
offering that which i own
the nothingness
the emptiness
that i may be filled
as i spill my request
for
Blessings
while Confessing
and the offering of Prayers
yes, i have
done it all
and still i have these
needful things
© 19 July 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.
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