The Sole of My Soul (III)

III. Late Afternoon

By the trekking of mountains

Of school and work and jobs and

Life in general

I am led,

I lead,

But I know not where to.

On my own

I prefer it this way

I don’t need anyone to carry me now

I don’t need anyone to pioneer my own path for me

This is better, this is better, this is better...

Am I like the algae floating

Wandering ceaselessly in the open ocean

Tossed by waves

No sure footing

Where is the lighthouse when I need it?

Oh, how the fog from the morning creeps up

Suspended still.

I make many mistakes:

Liar, thief, hypocrite, cheat

Hollow as a cavern empty and

Chilled to the bone

A heart frozen by envy and greed.

Countless the list of wrong turns

Too endless to recount…

Come

My feet

How they swerve one way the other

What path do I take?

Where can I go from here?

No matter how much I try

To be good I fail.

Am I sick?

Eyes droop with sorrow

Back burdened by temptations;

Wolves dressed as sheep

Lie hidden waiting to ensnare

Oh where can I go from here?

To whom can I run?

Come

Knees fall to the ground

Feet fail

I need

help

God!

I AM

God!

I AM

God!

I AM

Listen, my child

And take that step