There’s no escape,
from my pain, trouble and sorrows;
yet I’m not concerned about them,
for You Lord, await me in tomorrow.

There’s no escape,
for You my Lord, are everywhere,
knowing Your omnipresent trait;
with You, my life, I gladly share.

There’s no escape,
for You have searched the depths
of my being, soul, existence
and my inward, spiritual breadth.

There’s no escape,
for You can see me in the darkness,
as though I was in sunny daylight;
keep me far from evil wickedness.

There’s no escape
and I have no desire to flee;
wherever I go, You’re there;
so I could never be… an escapee.
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Author Note

Inspired by:
Psa 139

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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2015, All rights reserved.

I'm nineteen.  I don't know where to go.  What path to take?
I'm strong yet scared of people.
I'm fearless but I'm afraid to talk.
I have my strong thoughts.
I have my will. But I am afraid.  I don't know where to go.

He's 23; got his 30M and his own factory.
He's 22; got his own factory inaugurated by the president.
They're in their 20's.  Their bringing in a big chain of a foreign franchise to our country.  
They're young.  They are meeting with the big bosses of hotels.

Back to me.
Here I am.  I'm nineteen.  Where do I go now?

What if I were to say that beauty in itself does not exist,

how can such diversity be fixed as one representation ?

The flower raises a different image to each eye that beholds it,

The moon a different face to whom it beams down on,

a pretty girls smile has greater value perhaps to its recipient,

a lowly ant at its work, one person's fascination,  another's recoil,

We shun the view of our face in the mirror, whilst others smile at its radiance,

The newly born child, more beautiful to its mother than all the wonders of the world, whilst others may only view a wrinkled, writhing, screaming devil,

So the paradigm is such that we cast not judgement on anyone or anything without first considering the perspective of such questioning.

The sea beneath
the sea within
the hollow feelings
from there to then

As the thought breaks
parts the clouds
As the light comes
within allowed

I touch your lips
you gentle thing
you touch my heart
oh hear it sing

The sun beneath
as far as be
the sea within
sets sails on wing

There go no
red day dawnings
there are no
red flag warnings

Only reflections on the iris
of the eye
only purest warmth
over oceans glide