contemplativeSeeking Peace
The sex was not enough
the guilt surpassed pleasure's tasks
how could it last when the result
is a death that may bring life?
food filled my questing gullet
seeking peace at morsel's edge
pleasure sought in appetite
in the end I felt only full
misery became my company
once the clothes were retrieved
and the dishes put aside
an emptiness arrived again
I found myself longing for
another way to stir the heart
lift my soul above the grind
assuring calm in life's storm
into this space the music came
on the air with no strings
prompting me to step away
from the burdens I did not want
transcendence would be the word
though this falls short to describe
the magic brought into my life
by the tunes' resonance
I struggle to pay homage
show the praise that I feel
inadequate to the task
as a human coil, so much less
everlasting and always fresh
on the shoulders of mortal men
the muse of God has finally found
his creation seeking peace.
© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170825.
