Oh the tears begin
Is this a gift
From way above
Cleansing this darkness
I simply welcomed in?
Or is it a theatre for show?
Am I truly in this place
To be led closer to you?
Or is my desire to be
In my own pride-fueled fantasy
Finally winning within?
In my blackened sins
Find a release
An escape
Then that shame wins
Over my beating heart
Can you Christ
Save us all
From our misery?
As my history
Scares me ever so
The prayers I said
Hoping to save
Came from fear
For the devils around
Now I fear only you
And apparently my desire
To be released from
This sickness in me
So afraid of this
Way of the righteous
As I know
Deep inside
A light inside
Could melt in a fire
Or a wash of hyssop
Could make many clean
The fear installed
From old prophets
Seemed a devilish scheme
So fix the schema
Installed from stupidity
Chasing wisdom
For intelligence’s sake
Drove a stake
Between this love for you
How many miracles must
My drifting eyes see
Before I can accept
Maybe you love me too?
As I reach to the heavens
By looking into this
Abyss of a heart inside
Can you save us
In a moment of peace and love?
Please God
Send that dove once more
That every vile and
Disgusting blasphemy
Could lead me not
To feel so happy
I remove the desire
To follow you
Please take me home
That on this quiet Sunday
The heaven
That briefly touches earth
Could give a saint
To shackle himself
To only you
Save the others
Before you come to me
As I know unworthy
Will I ever be
But still the desire to struggle
To my last breath
Is a gift I hope to see
Save my friends
Family
The enemies too
Be the hue of majesty
We aspire to

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Guest Writer

Gavin

is a 33-year-old catechumen at an Antiochian Parish in West Michigan. Most of his poetry tackles issues with despair, finding hope in misery, and questioning his own issues. The theme is usually centered around starting negatively but ending with hope. 




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