written during communion 4/5/09
cloudy day, i'm feeling cloudy too
waiting for a sign, show me
what to do, wishing and wanting and
remembering those times when
i was yours and you were mine,
with nowhere to go but straight to your arms,
fighting the battle, protected from harm, but
oh where have you gone?
you're way too quiet, if you're
speaking then i can't hear it.
if something's blocking my ears, if you're
still catching my tears, give me a sign
if i'm out of line, teach me the way
should i say i believe when i can't feel?
but oh i believe, yes i believe.
i'm just blind again.
i'm not distressed or depressed, i'm just
waiting and
wondering: is this how we begin again?
i'm one thousand three hundred and four years old
i've been wearing these tattered old robes
way too long. i'm ancient. i'm proud.
show me my sin.
these little chips and cups have lost their meaning again.
i'm floating half-aware in a sea of apathy.
lukewarm waters, quiet, still, and easy.
i want out, God, please...
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