3/14/07
Retuning home I fell into the past. It was a hard fall and bruised my soul. To shake off sorrow and to shake off joy And walk into the future nude and free For some is an impossible task. A thousand memories built brick by brick Construct a temple to our suffering Joined with the mortar of all past delight. I could not move but to descend again Into the being I was and must not be. How long must one await the breaking walls, The foundations of the past reduced to dust, And from the ashes of our former selves Let the fire-bird of the new world arise From a heart that longs though it is blind, Transform the body meant for One alone, An instrument to do His will on earth. Shake from me the shackles of former lives, Enable the flame to grow that dwells within And burn to ground the structures I have made, Allow the vision, let the force descend Sanction once more the work I came to do, Give me the strength, the will, to live for Thee.
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