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.