Friday, June 3, 2011

Clean Waters

Would I could silence this throbbing mind
Who longs to hear it's own thinking
Would I could quiet this speech
Who drools at my tongues wagging
Even for a day, Dear One
I could hear what Thy Love whispers
I would sup on Thy Love's direction
Strength of thy perpetual Is-ness
Would shoot through me
Like clear water from a spring
But nay, I dine on my mind's waste
Nourished by the faux
I suckle on my self's regurgitants
Clinging to the hope of false made true
It's pollutants grow me weak and weary
Oh, cut out my tongue
And freeze this fevered madness
I long for clean waters
And I thirst for