My Heart Beats, Wounded
When did my Achilles Heel
Creep about up to my head?
When did Kronos steal
My heart and abandon it wounded?
Was it a day I spoke so vile?
Perhaps I have ignored your wisdom
Or just delayed it for too long a while.
I bet was the extra glass of good rum.
Take my eyes and let them see.
The signs of which the You deploy.
Give my spirit an epiphany.
I’m done being a foolish, wondering boy.
Spirit, dear One, hold my hand.
Lead the way today to your modernity.
Drag me into the Promise Land.
Sit me down in eternity.