i attest
my sweet Father
how is it my tongue
can find such sweet
flatterous words
when i need thee the
most
these times are dire
there are challenges
anew
that greet me
at the Sunrise
each day
without fail
they lay with me
each night
as i seek the solace
of sleep
there is no sense in
me
that is common
and the wisdoms
of the ages of
creation
that of the Sages
are not that of my
own
save when you visit
upon me
this i have always
known
they say
your grace is
sufficient
i attest
show unto me
the face that i seek
that i may taste
the joy of your
presence
in thy bridal chamber
wed me and bed me
and take from me
my naiveté
that i may see
that you are my
provider
the champion
my heart has longed
for
thy spirit
has stirred my waters
draw no quarters
take no prisoners
unloosen my bonds
and smite me
with thy mightiest
blow
that this darkness
which looms about me
and within
‘til i know of only
light
let me again
be pleasing
in thy sight
Oh my sweet Father
e’en in death
there is no peace
without thee
i attest
for i have died a
thousand times one thousand
this day
and though the way
has allowed me the
power
to pick my life up
again
i keep picking
up my old self
again
renew me
redeem me
break me
and make me
a “New” vessel
that i may hold a New
Wine
pressed from
your Holy Vine
by your hands
that has not been
moved
by the illusions
of time
i have no plans
that are valid
nor worthy
of an eternity
without you
and thy blessings
and now i am
confessing
that without you
Father
Progenitor
Source
i am like
an untethered feather
in a cosmic storm
strewn gale
immersed in a world
of Sins and Failures
that is not of me
nor my kind
and i wax blind
and sore
to my core
when thou speakest
not
to me
hear me
hear my words
feel my longing heart
which aches for your
embrace
let my eyes
renew
with a twinkling
wonder
let thy servant
look upon thy face
for surely you
already know
that . . .
“i need thee”
i attest
© 6 September 2012 :
William S. Peters, Sr.
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