Tell us how much a heart weighs
(Down to the gram)
Chart the process of decay
(This, the measure of a man?)
But it can’t tell us where the soul goes:
For life is more than chemicals
Like the moon we see, are we:
Locked in orbit around Another,
In thrall to its gravity
The sun to our earth, and our north star
Whom travelers sought from afar,
Both the Father and the mother
But no rough beast is He
Rather, the consolation of history
And our hearts shrink, and swell,
For there’s no escaping
This gravity well
Mornings are, for me, a slog through lethargy:
A hungover fog of lassitude converges on, and covers, me.
The night, supposed to wash fatigue away, brings me full circle, right where I was before:
Wanting more of that fleeting thing called “sleep.” Yet slowly I creep through the morning’s activities, all while shimmering light harasses
My sleep-starved eyes.
Mornings are, for me, like moving through molasses.
There’s a familiar quality
To all the world I see around me
I’ve been her before
It’s a staggering sameness, a routine:
Lather, rinse, repeat
I get up, I lay down, up, down, left, right, work, eat, sleep…
Isn’t there more?
What am I here for?
I am not better than this (this is life)
God help me survey all that I see
Through the lens of eternity
I give You the helm of quotidian realms… Help me see the holy in mundanity
Take my deja vus and make them new:
Elevate my reality.
I give my staggering sameness to You
Down deep the rabbit hole
Our love has gone
Chasing fleeting things
On airy wings
Oh what went wrong?
Deep is our delving
Beneath soaring mountains high
Weight’s constricting, no room to sigh
We’re buried alive
Your love’s a war hammer
My heart like fine glass
Fly shards like gossamer
I’m shattered, my lass
Broken heart somehow yet beating?
For instead of retreating
In that needy beast newly shorn
A life is quickened, transformed
And love is reborn.