Twisted and turning
the writhing deep within
locking eyes with the soul
the one who is unsure
of the loneliness promised
in the pursuit of holiness.
Supplementing eternity
with mere moments
of artificial struggle
and substance
always flowing
but never filling.
Turning gazes away from what was finished
and consecrated
made as sacred
and called to be set apart
now cheapened
bogged down
to a convenience.
Repent! Oh my soul,
scrape your knees
and confess.
Do not comfort me
but instead break me
remove my spine and make me crumble
before your feet.
My jaw is deserving of the same breaking
yet you have shown such mercy.
A blue infected and enticed gaze
seeps into the spirit
singing sweet deceptions
to isolate
to capture
never to release
but to drain
and rob.
Oh my God,
pull me away.
Cut my tongue and make me mute
break these knees
whatever it takes
to change this heart
to seek the secret place
where the flesh quivers in fear
because the spirit sings
and boasts.
I’ve defiled this temple for far too long.