I Have to Get Back…
Shoulder pains, feeling the burden of sudden change. Birth canal opens to purpose banging on the door.
Explosions of light consuming the shadows of a life I remember no more,
Struggling, trying to fit an Earth size dream through the volume of a pen hole.
My Eye’s holdfast to the light that beckons me forward.
It’s a press!
Fighting to fit the form of an ancient breath; pressing in remembrance of the paradise my soul left.
I have to get back to my oasis, back to it’s luscious habitat, back to where God showed me the course of my tracks,
Before I departed from him, living a life separated from the Christ with-in.
I have to get back to paradise, back too my throne,
back to the place that I once called home;
I have too…!