Sing

Sing

i have wrestled with angels

and demons too

have heard God’s words

and commands refused

i’ve championed light

and warmed the pews

the twain path walked

as i did choose

took bridle and bit

performed the tasks

with silent screams

from behind the mask

hiding in shadows

and the spirit’s flask

fears and questions

i dared not ask

some lost, some lonely

but none will tell

an eruption brewing

that can’t be quelled

we left the mountains

with heaven’s fell

while men with steeples

ring the bells

teachings given

from myth and lore

we’ve asked the questions

why, what for

seeking a meaning

a key to the door

of the power we hide

within our core

illusions of time

securely embraced

but one sweet respite

i long to taste

before dark comes

and claims this space

i pray that i

may see thy face

so . . .

i hold to love

a daily test

i reach for the fruit

a lifelong quest

a new vexed Sun

that rose in the west

by light i travel

from more to less

but . . .

i shant be quiet’d

enslave not my tongue

for can’t you hear

the bell has been rung

the Angels are speaking

psalms to be sung

if not for our Self

but that of our young

Sing

© 12 July 2012 : William S. Peters, Sr.

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Sing

i have wrestled with angels

and demons too

have heard God’s words

and commands refused

i’ve championed light

and warmed the pews

the twain path walked

as i did choose

took bridle and bit

performed the tasks

with silent screams

from behind the mask

hiding in shadows

and the spirit’s flask

fears and questions

i dared not ask

some lost, some lonely

but none will tell

an eruption brewing

that can’t be quelled

we left the mountains

with heaven’s fell

while men with steeples

ring the bells

teachings given

from myth and lore

we’ve asked the questions

why, what for

seeking a meaning

a key to the door

of the power we hide

within our core

illusions of time

securely embraced

but one sweet respite

i long to taste

before dark comes

and claims this space

i pray that i

may see thy face

so . . .

i hold to love

a daily test

i reach for the fruit

a lifelong quest

a new vexed Sun

that rose in the west

by light i travel

from more to less

but . . .

i shant be quiet’d

enslave not my tongue

for can’t you hear

the bell has been rung

the Angels are speaking

psalms to be sung

if not for our Self

but that of our young

Sing

© 12 July 2012 : William S. Peters, Sr.