The Lone Disciple called Jerome. Speaks.

 

(A lone voice whispers)

Are you like a lone bottle, 

A rare Nebuchadnezzar 

Floating in the middle of humanities blue sea 

A lonely spirit who can think of no other greater devotion 

Then being the yellow sandy beach

For someone drowning in parts of a seemingly never-ending 

Undulating ocean 

Are you like a white feather blowing randomly in its four winds 

Filled with relatable emotions 

One of the Blessed Few who are also related to the Broken 

Who must endure, the dark clouds and icy cold 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

Says all the forms

Of all High Lord's 

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 

For I am Jerome 

So named to guide you home

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 High Lord's 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 soul's

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 King of all the High Lord's 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

Our choice of God can build us back up 

For Your Lord is always walking beside the broken-hearted, and tries to save those who feel unworthy in spirit

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

There is still hope

Which will appear miraculously, to help you cope 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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