The Wind, all beautiful and
senseless noise
beat on my back
and tickled my clothes

I asked for a pardon,
turned my head and said
“Another Day”

But “No,”
The wind whispered
“Now, don’t wait”

“See,” he said
“I always pass you by,
Roll on your spine and push on your shoulders”

“Don’t let me do it,
be bolder, be stronger”

“Let your feet turn light
weightless; lofty”

“I dare you”
“I dare you to face me”

My eyes closed, head bowed
I simply couldn’t turn Him down

I almost gave him the chance

To beat me down
on the ground that I’ve oft stumbled upon.
Fell and been mocked;
hurt and left broken

“No more,” I said.
Eyes opened, water thick
I felt myself fly

And then I,

I turned and I faced the Wind.

I sit and wait
My eyes drift off
My mind sleeps

In my dreams I see a Dove
Beautiful, majestic and bright

I wake and what I see
Is the world for what it is:
Horror, Pain, and Disbelief

There is no hope
There is no sign
No faith, or love divine

We are stripped of our strength
The staff is shoddy and rotting
We walk
Tripping on tired, weary soles
Hiding our eyes from Hope

For where is our Savior?
Who will bring us out of the void
Who will shelter us and show us
The way has not been barred

As Moses did cry
“Let my people go!”
Who cries now
when a poor man has nothing and has stopped so far, far below
Below grass, time and life itself

That he wanders the Earth
Lost and afraid
Begging from strangers
Who offer nothing but contempt?

The truth is: we have no freedom
No hope, no none of that

We’ll continue to search the world, the sky and the soil
For a Savior to break this horrid and infallible net.

But we don’t deserve that
No, not yet.

All it took was three steps up
Doors swung open before me
I approached Him, who sat still and unmoving.
unaffected by Time but ravaged by the pain of doubt and ignorance

All it took was three steps forward
Then, strength and courage left me
Worn-down
Beaten by life’s merciless hand
My knees sank as Life’s hand grasped my shoulders and I felt his burden
My whole being collapsed upon the marble floor
The sound echoed and cruelly dealt a strike to my ears,
My senses and my soul

As if Moses struck the rock with his staff
The water came forth
Flowing freely from my soul against sallow, weary skin
Hands trembling
Body aching
I closed my eyes
I saw darkness but an image appeared
****** and bruised
It took all my strength
To utter three questions:

Why (to the Father)
Why does the grass grow, rich and fertile
only to provide for those that destroy it?
Why does my neighbor strip me bare and steal my coat
To leave me unsheltered from the cold wind’s bitter punishment?
Why must I walk this lonely and sullen earth
While the black crow pecks violently at my flesh?
Why? For I have loved but have been despised in return.

Who (to the Son)
Who is the snake that lies?
The brother that prays and the brother that kills?
The husband that beats and the wife that endures?
And the ****** Mother that reigns over all, even you?
Even me.
Who? For I know none and all of them.

Where (and to the Holy Spirit)
Where does the sky end and the Earth begin?
Is it where the body ceases to be and the soul takes over?
Is it where I made my first steps
And tumbled right after?
The indeterminable line between sea and sand;
Truth and lies
Where? For I have looked and looked.  

My lips, salted and mad, trembled
Pain pierced my soul
I felt it all
And felt it again
My body began to thrash
I felt it upon me
Misery, sadness, death, despair
I became Samson, tearing down the pillars upon the accursed Philistines
I raged and roared
For hope, wisdom, strength, and faith

I opened my eyes

And Light filled me

Each day is a brand new step
A step towards your hopes and dreams
Where the sky almost seems

In your reach.

Each day is a brand new step, indeed

Until your foot falls
And the floor shifts

Until your knees buckle
And the sky shrinks

You land, distraught and dismayed

And it became far too late.

Because then you realized
That the entire time

Your step

Was always just slightly misplaced