A disconcerted effort follows parched lips
Cracked and peeling the grip the cup
Searching for moisture

Hidden behind them swirl the eulogy
Of a time that once was and God willing
Will never be again

Sadness bound in selfish repose with silence
Lockjaw vernacular pitted against the cries
Of hope persistent bellowing

The shattered glass cuts deep into the dross
A faded cross still swaying from rugged neck
Defying the meandering thoughts

Heaven hangs above like Orion's bow
The river Kedar too long a distance
For the sake of closure

Her voice trails allong the countours of my mind
Like the dew of an inbreaking dawn
Distracting from all other color

A melody comes from the distant hills
A hopefull banjo strumming in the wind of decision
Chiming in with the bluejay's ditty

Samson's hair at my feet a time once held
By warrior's defending the promise of life
Budding forth into virtue

Mistakes are held by all at my side
Denial of our humanity pales in contrast
To the taste of new creation

Now I lay me down to sleep with the laughter
Of times once spent in an oblivious demeanor
Being redeemed into a glorious smile