ever since the days of yellow buses and rocket ships
that landed after lunar conquest
i have yearned to see beyond this skin
the bold courageous Warrior
that lies within
He triumphs over veiled conspiracy
the grassy knolls of hostility
flying headlong into the undiscoveredÂ
creeds of truth
and that’s where i amÂ
before the thoughts slow down
and the angels bring the grace of sleep.
this (one and only) God
knows my weak mortality
keeps me from insanity
my words in all their gravity
redeeming my depravity
nothing stops the Spirit’s rise
above my feeble alibis
and in the morning
the beat of yeaning has begun.
Sweet Jesus whispers still:
O Jerusalem.
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