Traveling the laugh lines, like a dusty road, somehow.
Line of jaw
caught up in a beard
bead of sweat, magnifying the youth of each pore.
A mirror of all that I thought I could be
excitement, and hope
and incredible fear.
A trickling, glistening, drop of blood
weeping from the wound, worn from the wear
salvation resides implicitly there.
Lips pronouncing; pardoning vow
pools of charism, cast a merciful bow.
Filled with awe and wonder, of which I know I don’t know
look through me, and past me, and deep inside.
I gazed forever, and saw only a piece
willed by a pull, which I could not release.
Perfectly free, to see, or not see
the face of a man
illuminated by divinity.
Wherefore oh man, who knows my name
why do you travel with the sin and the shame?
Why cast my burden upon a face so serene
and cause ripples in a pond
where we toil and glean?
You are the thunder, you are the night.
You are the daybreak, you are the light.