Thinking...

Headlines of judgment Across the gates of heaven... Self conscious reporting The errors of my deeds... I can visit sometimes Though I am still a quest Of human transgression- I know someday- when I die There will be a way To follow through- To leave behind the sin And enter freely in- But today, I must return Scared by the evidence Of my imperfection... Witnessing this side Of immortality I seem to walk endlessly Preferring to find my way Than be taken there Through the tunnels of the earth... But I cannot move Without consequence Or think clearly Without some disturbance Clinging like lint To the fabric of my mind... For God's sake-leave me alone! ! ! The battle is not even Between me and the world- It is in another dimension Otherwise un-apprehended Except for the vision Of mortal action... Those harbingers of revelation Insist upon the will A dirty foreign to the skill Of man-unquestionably Waiting to be fulfilled... ©All Rights Reserved-2009