I thought I heard a voice over the stillness of the busy road,
eyes full of light.
I am no farmer, I am no dumb.
I am a man of education. A
Bonafide modern man. A scholar. I
Recognize that I am not the best,
I am no king.
yet, this verse does not qwell my anxiety
I thought I heard a voice over the busy street,
where I sat in the office,
glaring white lights,
in my black tie, trousers, and
heard a voice that gave me peace, gave me comfort.
Where did that voice come from?
Loud and intruding…first
Surprising, next, comforting, last
fearfully awful
AWFUL, I desired you.
You came and I desired you.
But in my desiring, were you real?
Did you speak? Or did I speak
I had the confidence of…
Propped up 8, maybe 10 rungs.
I slept in comfort.
Waking up to a broken car?
Broken Car? how arbitrary?
But enough to disgust me.
Where do I go now?
The comfort after days, weeks
of that AWFUL FEARFUL DISGUSTING
feeling brings me to her face.
Although at first, I see nothing
until she speaks or I read.
Then my imagination spins, it spins like a go-round.
I thought I heard your voice over the stillness of those many busy roads,
but I've lost my footing
that I have fallen to my knees…
O Lord, Pluckest me out…