What answers don’t come because I talk and I run
Through the silence
And the solitude
And the dark?
I am too numb to what is real to Eternal.
I have become ornamental at best,
Thinking I am alive in how I live and I thrive
At the hands of another’s behest.
What questions will start my soul living?
What darkness must I travel alone?
Before I find home
In a silent atonement
To mark all of the spaces I’ve roamed.
The end will answer all of the questions
So why do I seek out their call,
But that they are the strain on the likes of my brain
In the weakness and the folly of the fall
From the graces I could have held dearly
Except for the stain in my eye
That was planted by an evil whisper in the darkness
Which became the God-killing lie.
Remind me sweet Jesus of the journey!
Awaken the hope in my breast!
That I be forever in silence and solitude
Until I pass through the ultimate test.