While we all seem to ask,
when is timing correct,
when will the stars align,
how might I know then,
that this time is suggestive,
with careful reasoning.
Can a human being abscond
to the detriment of pity,
that source of relief,
when all is lost,
confusion, pride, society, blank stares, harm,
when then the others,
those eyes we fear,
suddenly do come into play,
basking in the ever present murk;
such ill repentance of common truths.
When it happens,
we walk alone,
in wonder of a different time.
Haven’t you always heard that claim,
that this is a lot like when I was a child,
and the world turned slowly without forgetting
to bring me along, please don’t,
please not now, I cannot pray enough
that you do not abandon me.
Not here, in this place,
this unfamiliar ground,
that reeks of disdain and ignorance.
I am one that sees the reality of our frail
mastery of the human condition.
We are a wreck in the calling,
when suddenly after the storm does cease,
I mean, really slow down and let our footing,
when all of that confusion is caught in some lonely breeze,
it is then at that time,
I can finally believe, I will stand forward,
find some grace in the reality of our