Forgive me, my lord
for once I worshipped you
as an idol.
Bless you, my lord
for when you left me to suffer
I learned.
I learned to answer my own questions
for when you spoke
I could not hear your words
above the din of your minions
nor the dull pain of denial.
God watch you and keep you, m’lord
for you are no more demon
than I am part angel.
My love is deep, m’lord
but perilous and deeper still
my thoughts wax and wane
with the passage of time
and other things.
Oh, to surrender my dear lord
and be away from this base
material world.
To be so diseased by love
that our vision might blur
and we might see reality through the dense fog.
To be deafened so by love
that we may not again hear the cries
of our orphans.
To be bludgeoned
and maimed by love
so that we never again doubt
it’s existence or test it’s authority.
Forgive me
for I have worshipped idols
and knealt at the feet
of mortal men
I have sought from others
what I ought to have seen in you
and in myself
But, believe I did not
For I knew not how to believe
See I did not
For my eyes were deceived
by another light
Hear I did not, above
the cries of others
Only now in the quiet
of these many passing years
can I begin to sense
the importance of age on a soul
Wisdom holds a different
meaning for those who possess it
and we who are not quite
old enough to have achieved it.