what madness has lead to this, what chaos has fallen from heaven to find me here. Deep within the caverns of a misplaced soul, hope still lingers. sifting the wreckage of a once fervent love. a final cry for home. where the pieces fit and all is not forgotten. The pages turn full of borrowed words once lost to the wind, buried deep within. That might once be again. But for this moment the trees take their time. breath It in. mocking the grains where they lay and rise and bend in reverence. The blackbird sings of apple blossom days and Now and all that swirls around it. From the empty stillness.
Behold me, work through me, let me be a little hollow bone. Hear my prayer and help me rise to meet you. Lift me to your lips, a cup of sweet intoxication, poured out, sifted through the sands of time. working their way home. Let me be the beacon that calls them. guides them out of the darkness as you once did. Let me break each dawn with a hymn on my lips, of Love and Thanks. and let it be enough
-Adam J Steele
