Of what use is talk - of love and light
While my vision’s obscured - by the soul’s own dark night
I hear of a new world – staggering view from that height
Meanwhile spiritual life torn - somewhere between fight or
flight
A war is being waged – inside, a catastrophic collision
Walk and talk can no longer - be rendered by division
Told it’s all a divine plan – laid out with perfect
precision
Is there another way? – I’m no longer sure - of my decision
Tried to stay detached – observe as the beholder
Can we be sure another’s contract - was not left in my
folder?
Not so sure of wisdom – though I know I am now older
Forget Sunday tea – to grindstone belongs shoulder
Silent scream across the heavens – do you hear my plea?
From where I sit – can’t begin to know, what anybody else
can see
Must finish what we started - on this I reluctantly agree
Though I understand I have choice – I’m not so sure it’s
free?
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