2023

I wanted for Magic Mysticism

to see, to feel, to know

why I hunger

for the indescribable. Dreaming 

of unknown. I ran 

toward, only to be met

by disappointment, again

and again  

and again.

Walls invisible to the naked eye

block me.

Bricks by my own design

hinder me. I am 

a treadmill, running,

stuck in place.

The impact to others is undeniable, yet

I am unable to partake.

The feast remains untouched.

What is the trick? Where are the instructions?

These are paired with a question in answer.

What do you want

more, the actions

or the One that created them?

Knees buckle and fall, I wait

realizing the only way forward

is, to still.

To sit, unmoving

in the place I hunger for most.

To fight, against 

my mind of progress. 

To transform, into 

one of contentment.

I want for Relational Realism 

to understand, to feel, to know

the One           who gives me peace.

The promises made from grace.

Within my reach is everything 

I truly long for. I sit and wait

my pace predetermined.

Slipping deeper,

 ever deeper      

            into the eyes     

                    of loving fire.