A Wondering Heart - Finding the 1 Percent
How great Thou art isn't always impulsively rolling
Off my Tongue.
I say, every torment leads to wonder, and wonder
To information that heals. [Renegade Commitment #10]
And so I am a Wondering Heart.
I do not wander, but have a path set before me,
At times that causes delay or may at times reject
All that might be pure, as I instead lay in the
Grease pit & wallow in the mud.
What is the purpose of a challenging path? - maybe
A path crawling with the wormwoods that will One day
Eat away at those who have Forsaken all righteousness,
And harmed another as a way of life.
My path is set by God, but littered with trials set forth by
Evil spirits and evil doers.
What heart do I have left at this point?
Hardly one to cry out to God in pain; hardly one that is all
But paralyzed - not feeling a thing except some anxiety that
Another wormwood will cross my Path - one that is eager for
Me (me - a Godly person) to have the everlasting torment
In Their place.
What is there to be passionate about when all has been lost?
After being fed to the wolves - their tummies full.
I am but a Wondering Heart these days.
Information that heals - it may be what is left that
Can appeal to my once brighter-side - no less than
A hug or a smile or a remark by someone else on a
Painful journey.
The healing information is that I can weed out 99% of the
Info and only cling to what really may be true for someone
Like me - someone made in some image - a mistake - an experiment?
A dangerous dagger I carry around though.
A dagger meant to throw heaps of coal on an enemy only God
Understands.
Life ain't beautiful. There is cruelty in nature - such as we are
A part of nature - co-creators of a living Hell. For my eyes
Have uniquely been opened outside of a reality
Bubble of which I was born into, along with everyone I know.
But I do carry a dagger - a dagger combined with a Wondering
Heart meant to throw heaps of coal on an enemy only
God understands.
I now await the 1 percent, so I can share it with my
Comrades - Here and Now, Seen and Unseen, stretched
Thin in the Cosmos. Cheers to them!
by Michelle Murphy
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Off my Tongue.
I say, every torment leads to wonder, and wonder
To information that heals. [Renegade Commitment #10]
And so I am a Wondering Heart.
I do not wander, but have a path set before me,
At times that causes delay or may at times reject
All that might be pure, as I instead lay in the
Grease pit & wallow in the mud.
What is the purpose of a challenging path? - maybe
A path crawling with the wormwoods that will One day
Eat away at those who have Forsaken all righteousness,
And harmed another as a way of life.
My path is set by God, but littered with trials set forth by
Evil spirits and evil doers.
What heart do I have left at this point?
Hardly one to cry out to God in pain; hardly one that is all
But paralyzed - not feeling a thing except some anxiety that
Another wormwood will cross my Path - one that is eager for
Me (me - a Godly person) to have the everlasting torment
In Their place.
What is there to be passionate about when all has been lost?
After being fed to the wolves - their tummies full.
I am but a Wondering Heart these days.
Information that heals - it may be what is left that
Can appeal to my once brighter-side - no less than
A hug or a smile or a remark by someone else on a
Painful journey.
The healing information is that I can weed out 99% of the
Info and only cling to what really may be true for someone
Like me - someone made in some image - a mistake - an experiment?
A dangerous dagger I carry around though.
A dagger meant to throw heaps of coal on an enemy only God
Understands.
Life ain't beautiful. There is cruelty in nature - such as we are
A part of nature - co-creators of a living Hell. For my eyes
Have uniquely been opened outside of a reality
Bubble of which I was born into, along with everyone I know.
But I do carry a dagger - a dagger combined with a Wondering
Heart meant to throw heaps of coal on an enemy only
God understands.
I now await the 1 percent, so I can share it with my
Comrades - Here and Now, Seen and Unseen, stretched
Thin in the Cosmos. Cheers to them!
by Michelle Murphy
back to poetry menu