Sunday, February 5, 2006

Song of David

imagine a circle, if you will

within lies a cross, a plus, or two intersecting lines

or a bull’s-eye

somehow I am in your range, your sights and scope

staring right down your barrel

how many times you've pulled the trigger

yet within these crosshairs, better yet crossroads

I've felt your saline tears splitting fractals to light my way

I've felt your tugging at my sleeve much kinder than my old doorman

a different beckoning

and it makes me want to turn to you

comforted by arms wide in precious relief

and feel your kindest smile upon me

your whisper upon me in grace

as I cry in my wilderness, this man's voice

this song of David

every time I've turned away

you've never turned around

I am in those crosshairs, crossroads, cross of changes

and in these changes I reach for you, my Mentor

in you I seek my solace, my salve, my salvation

and bury myself in you

so that when I emerge anew

I will have touched glory

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