Find in Ourselves

Where am I

The world shifts

Shapes fade

Who am I in this new tapestry of events of moments shaped by fear by love

Who am I a new individual in a collective frightened by the shape of things yet to come?

What am I?

The world contours itself into acrobatic twists and turns of the knife

Slipping through sleep drawn eyes

And curtains of taffeta

Illusions on the horizon

Where shall I turn?

The psalmist speaks volumes within my head

Shaking and swaying with each verse

Crying out for redemption with every breathe

Each sound

Who am I?

A voice on the wind

Sounding the alarm within my soul

Screaming out for connection redemption love

Who will I be?

In the life I wish to lead

In this world filled with trepidation and confusion

Who will I be at the end of the day?

Will I

What will

I

Be

Tomorrow?

Tomorrow I may find

Is yet long gone

Gone from the frame of the picture I hold

In my mind of the world I wish to live within

Its walls its shapes

It’s imperfect perfect wholeness of living in a world shaped destroyed by a humanity ready and yet unformed

Uninformed by our failures

Our incapacity to touch to feel

To be

M

Be in a world of incomplete human

Ness

We we do not know

We cannot find

The meager connection lips hands tips of toes longing for

Something

Greater than themselves

For what we can never define

Never find

Find in ourselves