to be of thee

to be of thee

let us hide ourselves in the bushes

and linger with our hopes

that they may be come aflame

with the presence of God

that we become consumed

by the Fire which purges

all of our dastardly ways

is this the ultimate sacrifice

as we so forlornly await

the presence to come upon us

i am lost

and i have wandered

for many years

in my own personal desert

a place where i have sacrificed

my innocence and wonder

upon the sands of time

will you cleave a rock for me my Lorde

that i may drink

for my soul thirsteth for thy Holy Water

let me drink thy fill

the Commandments of Old

have lost their flavor among Man

and we are resurrecting our Babel

that Tower that pays homage unto

our own “genius”

flawed as it may be

you see

i know you are a witness

for what can be hidden

from He who is all things

All Eyes On Me

is what Tupac said

and in my head

it resonated

and my desecrated

inebriated

self

demonstrated my disconnectedness

from that sacredness

i once took for granted

and now i long for

something about that dried up well

and i did not listen

to the telling of that story

either

but just the same

in whatever name

so be it

i do miss the water

and when this bush i hide behind

catches fire

my desire is but this

the bliss of that which i vie for

shall die for

deny no more

and that is

to be of thee

© 6 February 2013 : william s. peters, sr.