An act of an adrenaline *****,
Who climbs like a monkey,
Unencumbered by fear,
                                      he is a seer of distances,
                                       and close to the sky.

A bit of a fish or something that
covers fish flesh or over my eyes,
to see the truth not conspiracy ruse,
oh Lord, drop the scales from my eyes,
fill me not with hate, distrust or to despise,
                            others who breed trust, in them with lies.

Found standing on a rock formation, high above a body
liquid green and cool blue, dark mysterious plays with light,
seeing feeling the movement sounds of syncopation, the wind
carries a rhythm, which grounds my life and
                                                             in the large and the small,
                                           lets me know I am not alone after all.

Not connected to some guy in Conneticut who has a theory,
Not applauding an NYC teen for going where no one is allowed to go,
Knowing that I am able to rest at His behest, as He was able
to invest, His son.

In every life, for every generation, for every day is a trial,
                    and for every trial there is God.  And the world
measures with scales of injustice, you can't climb out of whole,
you can't protect yourself, from the ways that drag and
sway your soul.  Away.