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Feb 2012
It has been written,
That the Tao that is spoken
Is not the eternal Tao

And yet,
Their tongues dig deep
Into the field of my soul they plow

And so,

How can I find you God?
Your people block my way
The path to salvation
Seems so far away

Help them my God
They know not what they do
Your words they wield
But are they God or are you?

How can I know you God?
When they are so sure
Spoiling your simple message
It no longer seems pure

Help me my God
I cannot see you
Only their dilated eyes
Blocking my view

I am confused my God
You send them to me
Irrational and weak
Destroying all you can be

Where are you my God?
Tell them they are wrong
Only reading the notes
And not hearing the song

Am I lost oh God?
Because they say it so?
Wandering the wilderness
Which way should I go?

Believe in me God
My instincts so clear
Walking through the fire
I sense you are near

Send the message my God
Show them the way
Leave me alone
There command I cannot obey

You are my God
In you I trust
Take me as I am
Only you are just

Teach me God
To see your word
Give me your grace
However undeserved

I feel your image my God
In my emotional depth
Open my eyes to heaven
And show me it's breadth

Is it possible my God
To speak your word
Distorted by man's own image
Can it truly be heard?

When we meet, my God
I will bow in sorrow
For the failures of my mind
With hope for tomorrow
It seems I have a few people in my life who have made me their project.....
Mark Lecuona
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