Voices from beyond control

...on these streets i once belonged:
make these feet move
one by one...

...in this car I thought I owned:
take the wheel Lord
drive me home...

...in this body: blood and bones,
fused and mingled,
breath on loan...

...in this garden, in this home:
when I've watered
you have grown...

...i sail this mind of overload,
beyond control,
these memories roll...

human

beside yourself
not quite you
out of your mind
under the weather
getting there
the worse for wear

not bad
but then again

need prayer...

Call to / Prayer

on the tip of my tongue
waits the gift that
prises opens the deadwood door,
loses religion and saves faith;
invites SPIRIT loose to
burst out, break through, baptise,
submerge,
immerse,
saturate,
flood
and re-emerge

Ruach Olam:
light the blue touch paper,
and
spark a forest fire inside;
though You may burn my lips,
I fear no coals
that set the world
ablaze
with astonishing acts.


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Poets United Poetry Pantry #135