The Lone Disciple Speaks

 

(A lone voice whispers)

Are you
Like a lone bottle 

A rare Nebuchadnezzar 

Floating in the middle of the blue sea 

A lonely spirit who can think of no other greater devotion 

Then being the yellow sandy beach

To parts of a seemingly never-ending 

Undulating ocean 

Like a white feather blowing randomly in its four winds 

Filled with emotions 

Are you one of the Blessed who are also the Broken 

Who must endure 

The dark clouds
And waters of damnation 

In slow motion 

The kind who hides in long shadows of commotion 

Those deemed blind and impure by mankind 

But always secretly looking for a cure 

For
Blessed are those who cry out 

For a form of rescue
As life pulses and tests you 

Blessed are the ones who suffer from love withdrawals 

Linked to quarrels of joy and mirth

Here
Hidden 

Just somewhere
On Earth 

For I will make them Most High

Said The Lord 

Blessed are the stranded
Castaways filled with despair 

As they sit there
Crying in silence 

Thinking no one cares
Upstairs 

Blessed are those love torn who shake their fists in fury 

At the watching heavens
Angelic jury's 

Cursing them 

Slowly dying
Feeling cursed 

Before their spirit bursts

 
And they end up in a shiny black hearse 

You are not alone
For I'm empty in spirit too 

Broken
And I see you 

For
We are kin 

Two strangers
Walking hand in hand 

As these deep occult waters run

Over everything 

Corrupting all they touch
With their insidious sin 

So if you don't know where you belong 

Can't navigate alone 

No place to lay your head
And no heart to call your home 

Take my words and then call my name 

So we can dance together in the pouring rain 

So you're not on your own 

And together
Entwined 

We'll purge our pain 

    
For we are blessed 

Two of
The Lords best 

True survivors
Enduring life 

And all its emotions 

For sometimes in life

Circumstance and fate
Might have built 

High walls to climb 

To reach your souls
Nickels or dimes 

And there's no guilt

To confess
In women or man 

If you feel stranded or split 

Between love and hate 

For The Lord so loved the broken 

And so I have spoken 

Just you wait

One day he'll open up the crimson gates 

Just keep praying
For hope always appears 

When everything seems dark and too late 

For there are some things that sometimes need to be broken 

Such as stubbornness
Pride
And many other sinful habits 

For when we feel lost in our total brokenness

God can build us back up 

For
The Lord is close to the broken-hearted and saves those

Who are crushed in spirit

(Psalm 34:18)

So if you live in a painful place, but are also contrite with him

There is still hope

Which will miraculously appear to help you cope 

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

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