For now I’ve seen
where the root grows
and how it emanates darkness
to corrupt the integrity of the interior
I’ve grown to despise
what was
because the flesh hurts in presence.
Lacerate sinew from bone
before the rot can set in.
Growth in the severance.
Truly living in catacombs
and loss incomprehensible.
Hold the wanderer tight.
Longing eats his spirit
and drinks his mind.
Open gates into pastures
lush and unseen
where all is corrected
and the still path
is uncovered.
Let it be love
that moves these statues.
Let them break me
so you’ll be praised
as you fix.
No longer crippled
by self-imposed weight.
Breathing in new lungs.
Wither away and leave nothing
to distract
from the new light
and pouring wine.
I am the bridge
to the oasis
that will quench
hell induced drought.
I am the fool
whose weakness is perfect strength.
I sleep on peace now.
I scorn false judgement
and condemnation.
I stand furiously rested.
I walk redeemed.
I live drenched in blood
recognizable only as a reflection
of the one that saves.