Wrong Way to Salvation
Why can’t I finally admit
love is a powerful emotion
like a drug phase,
the age old adage
that breaks the heart open
And makes me paralyzed,
time and time again,
the truth of reality
made into great mystery,
Admitting I’m not the same.
It’s not a shame,
to be fully vulnerable,
to be completely capable
of admitting your weakness
But finding your strength
and, ah, joie de vivre,
one can find the movements
to carry on
in the midst of
heartache and battle-ache.
To see a heart regenerate
if even for a moment,
amidst the cloud of unknowing,
nothing, darkness, and sediment.
I heaved the cloven heart,
to make way for the golden start.
That I’ve been impatiently striving for.
Presence of God I am yearning toward.
Impatient and ambitious,
I find my fortitude
in solitude, bringing
my soul to salvation,
being with God,
in all the right ways
(or wrong ways)
that I know.
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