Sunday, June 5, 2016

mudholes and icons ..

sometimes i wonder at the things that fly in my head ..
but maybe there's something here for you
too ..

`|`

life got you/me in a stronghold
choking
spluttering
grasping for air

fallen life
broken life
infected life
unfair life
addicted life
   ..
disappointing life
depressing life
ruined life
broke $ life
   ..
lonely life
divorced life
childless life
parentless life
friendless life

`|`

choking in a deep and dark hole
all by my/your self

the stink
shriveling rotting flesh
breathing the aroma of death
blind to all but the dark
voiceless
   barely a groan utters
   low moan from the bellypit

pained in every joint
at every turn
by every thought of useless wasted life
good-for-nothing

crying-out for oblivion
nothingness
.. just goneness

there
is
no
hope

`|`

what good am i/you
who cares

where is God now

who is god
why is god
   for God is not here
   with me/you

i/you am in a very dark place
forgotten

abandoned

forever lost

i/you will die in this stinkhole
this dark wet nasty grave
   alone
   forgotten
   abandoned

and
noone cares ..

`|`

my/your elbow rubs against a groove
familiar forgotten depression
   in the wall of my blackhole
..
lifeless fingers trace over the muddy place
aching to remember the cut

why is it there
why did i trace it there
   over and over
   for a lifetime
   depression deepening each time
in the mudwall
in my mind
..

the track familiarizes itself with my soul

tears trace their own track in my mudface
fingers moving this way, then that
recognizing the memory
embracing the form
   ever so painfully slow

tears open the dark confines of my confines
as my body weakly takes-on the teary rush
heaving sorrow in subdued wail
soul flowing
   out
dripping wet into the mudded mud

bony finger reaches again to trace the form
   that once gave me life
   kept me in the depression
   guarded me in life-malady
   buoyed me in the Flood
   warmed me in wintercold
   lighted my Dark
..
`|`

o blessed cross ..

oxymoronic place of Godlove
shameful place of my embrace
naked moment of lifetruth

there hung my friend
my friend
my real Friend

friend in fallen broken infected unjust addicted life
friend in disappointed depressing failed ruined broken life
friend in lonely divorced childless parentless friendless life

friend of friends
healer of me
light to my dark
smile in my dread
embrace of my exclusion

..

why
o why did i let you go
   Friend

`|`

are you there

can you hear me

do you see me now
in my deepdark hole
mudded cold wet hole
..


how could i let you go
.. You

`|`

i have fallen into my hole
hole i dug
inch by bloody inch
..
i am stranded here
forgotten
abandoned

`|`

are You there

can You hear
me
now

do You see
me
now
..

i am so lost
so dark
so dread
mudded
dead
..

`|`

.. .
dreams
   dark dreams
   cold waters
   lonely drown
   choking
   spluttering
   grasping for air
..
   falling
   falling
..
   dark
   wet
   cold
   alone ..
..

.. the form !

o the Form of You

are You there ..
..

`|`

then i said to my self
" i will arise from this death
i will go to my Friend and say to Him
' i have sinned
i am no longer worthy to be called your friend ..
treat me as one of your servants .. '

and i arose
i arose

i touched the Crossform once more
and reached
up

as i reached
i felt a familiar longlost warm connect
   skin !

a strong arm grasped my feeble hand outstretched
pulling me
up
out
out of my mudpit

in exhilarating breath lifted as i went
up
foot by bloody foot

out of my hole
into blindlight

face-to-face with Form
   silhouetted in my bindness

embracing me !
   warm ! embrace

tears
   of mine
gushing fountain of life

other tears
   tears of this Other
gushing all over me
baptizing my mudfilth

i know the scent
aroma of Life
smell of Friend

i know healing
and warmth
   again

soullit recognition
remembrance reborn

life !

my Friend ! ..

You are here ! ..

You heard me !

You saw me !
..

and i said " i have sinned .. i am no longer worthy .. "
! interrupt ! -
" bring that white robe !
prepare the table !
for this my friend was dead and is here, alive again
he was lost, and is found ! "

`|`

o blessed Friend

blessed cross

blessed Life .. how could i ever have let You go ..
..
.
You were there
   with me
   in the hole
all along
..
.

if only i had reached out sooner

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