The Last Selah (via 2003)
Sorrow and apathy sing through the
trees
Gently delivering their solemn melody;
Pricking my ears, torturing my heart.
My soul cries out in painful understanding;
My body, my temple, still.
Oh, I beg in spirit for silence, and when silence does come,
The deafening stillness tears at me in indirect agony.
I cry out.
A crow in the distance echoes back the
wordless plea.
My arms outstretched, I reach for release.
The stones at my feet, cold and dimly calloused,
Ignore my pleading, stilled gesture.
Enter me.
Or exit.
Be it different from how it is now.
There is no later when the present seems all that exists.
Impulsive thoughts override, sanity and reality
Giving way to the beast of painful, spontaneous desires.
Exit me.
Or enter.
Be it different than how I feel now.
Change me and my wounded spirit,
For I haven’t the will, or the means.
They, the ones that will come, shan’t carry me far,
For I consider myself already home.
Where I’ve meditated and where I’ve worshiped, where I’ve found
peace.
Now, this same location of serenity is where I lay my head
To sleep one last time.
Into the deep I dive.
To the other side, I enter.
Or exit -- To be with my God.
Into Your hands, I commit my spirit.