Docked in dry sand

How can we be close to God?
When the anger flows. Corroding inside out.
Does God bleed like me, with a fire in the veins?
Turning the petals of penitence to ash.
The devil can just read my mind.
Slipping underneath in the night like a snake under the doorway.
Yet I know I left the door ajar.
And a candle lit, to light the way.
We have wings, yet we walk through the desert of the day.
Complaining over each grain of sand we find.
And the pebbles of people in our shoe.
Hardening our skin to a lesser sin.
A dehydrated delirium takes me.
And these wings grow frail and dry.
And even though we try, we may never sail the ocean skies again.

22 thoughts on “Docked in dry sand

  1. I had to read that one out loud. It feels like a crossbreed between a parable, a rock song, and a poem of innocence lost by Blake.
    We have to outgrow the limits we set on our selves and learn to be strong over and over again. Your words granted me wings and a land to explore.
    Then I read it aloud with the “Slow” track of the Cardigans playing in the background. It was transcending. I recorded it – voice recorder is another one of my best loved tools when it comes to art and emotions. I feel goosebumps when I listen again.
    Thanks for the experience.

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  3. Haha thanks for the shout out. I’ve been wanting to do some more lately. Reading out loud can be hypnotic for some people. Or listening to it too.
    I feel this poem in my soul today. Only humans feel such despair. I’m desperate sometimes to be back with God and the wholesomeness of the light. Material or being matter wears me down. If you know what I mean.


    • i certainly do, but then; we’re here for a purpose and a correction. Gotta complete before we return, that’s what the journey is about. We’ll walk it together….or skip!

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