Once More...

I'm in need of spiritual intervention.
To slow the self-inflicted destruction and chaos.
How can this world exist without a creator?
With no hope, grace, love, redemption?

Is my savior a man, an idea, a goddess?
Are there spirits tapping at the my aura's edge?

Too many questions, wish there were more answers.
Yet those with the answers are the dictators and power mongrels.
No peace or progression lies in their wake.

Terror grips my insides, my heart turning to ice.  In my mid-twenties
I contemplate death as life-expectancy is on the rise.

A poet.  A cynic.
My fate as a dreamer, wandering these current events,
the fringe of global war bent to destroy the world once and for all.

Memories of prayer, forgotten.  Judgment, envy and anger seem
to be my only friends in the thick of things... and yet a name vibrates with feeling.  Once more!

Of love. Union.
Hope trembles with the deep abyss within my darkness; quivering in orgasmic pleasure and then the sweet pain, bliss and amazement of rebirth.

New life.
I am home here in the kingdom of Heaven.