They would have a King

They would have a King

and the Lorde said unto Samuel . . . “it is not thee that thy children reject, but it is I. It is I who brought them out of Egypt and through the desert, yet still they worship all else.”

we squander our life

as we wander

with wonder

through our desolations

the sands of the deserts

of our barren lives

rise to greet us

to parch the lips of our Souls

and bring forth our thirsts

that can not be quenched

yet we drink not

we erect Temples of Madness

with idols who have no power

and we come to love them

their falsehoods

instead of the Source

of our Gifts

the Hand that made us all

our proverbial Moses

bade us to listen

but the noise

and subterfuge

of our lives

and our short lived jovialities

drowns out the whispers of truth,

yet she whispers still

to those who hunger

for the spirit

of word actualized

and the children dance

intoxicated

by their own delusions

their self created Hell

for which they beckon

my unstilled grace

for salvation

from the Demons

they have invited

into their homes

now rendered

but a house

a house of ill repute

whose roof

can not stop the rains

of their anguish

they pray for One

who would lead them

through their endless landscapes

and their wilderness’

filled with their own misery

but they listen not

to their own hearts

that they may discern

the Fair Way of Love

Nay,

they travel the road

of a living perdition

content to embrace

dreams of that madness

that has infected their consciousness

with an incurable want

a incessant desire for “Things”

which can never be satiated

Yes,

my children want a leader

a King

someone to save them

from their woes

and one whom they can blame

when these very same woes

revisit their abodes

and sit at their tables

and spoil the meal

and lay ruin

to the mirth

their misguided lives

embrace in their

askewed perspectives

Yes,

i shall answer their prayers

in My Own Way

My Own Time

and i shall endure them a King

first hand

a leader who too seeks

to find “The Way”

and the ransom the King asks of them

is that of the valor of their Sons

and the innocence of their Daughters

and the Virginity of their Hopes and Dreams

of a better way

and they, my children

when the burden

becomes more than what they can bear

they will turn unto me

Source

offering supplications and praise

that i might hear their calls

and their prayers

i will let them drink

once again

from the fountains of my spirit

where unblemished

pristine waters

flow

they may be refreshed

in the know

that it is not i

who have forsaken them

but they turned their face

away from that of thine own

they did not seek My Face

and i shall show My divine presence

the full splendour of My Glory

in the smiles of their children

and the warmth of their hearts

their compassion

and their tenderness

towards one another

i shall reveal unto them

that Gift which they in their blinded way

they never saw

for their eyes were darkened

with lusts of self understanding

i shall whisper

to the hearts that long

for the answers to life’s riddle

that in the middle of where thou dwells

where all is sacred

i dwell

there Am I

the King you sought

I Am thou . . .  and Thou Art I

They would have a King

(c) 8 November 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.