Perchance
Two o’clock
I should be sleeping
Too often I awake
Pain drives, so does
Want and dream
And vision
I write I dream I
Play inside my heart
I hope for what is
Better than I have,
More than I
Deserve
It’s how I dream,
I think
Wish and in a
Kindly boxed-in
Way
(That often I
Don’t understand)
Forget what
Drove me from my
Calling
Psalm 22
a song about God calling
Did you ask me something,
Lord—and did I not hear?
How do I know it’s you
Speaking (when no one
Else is in the room) and
Not the voice of another
Or simply my invention?—I
Hope I apprehend when
You might speak, especially
When you have something
To tell me to do
You would not ask of me
Destructive or demented
Activity. Then, Lord, and
Anytime, let me do
What you request, even
When I might (guaranteed)
Hear imperfectly from you.
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