Follow the stream

The River’s Blessed Path
I ask myself of the need
To follow such a fine form
     Who dismisses
     Whose kind kisses
Could confirm freedom to bleed
The cold curse and wicked storm
     From the bowed
     From the owed
Aims that permit a poor thought
To now condemn knowledge found
     By trained souls
     By but whole
Who had not allowed the taught
To share care, should it have sound
     In our hearts
     In our parts.                  (16)

I fail to find the tamed tool
That lets me lose what wounded sense
     I took there
     I so spared
To allow this face of fools
To chase a choice made too tense
     You made clear
     You must hear
As often as bells do ring
To come forward to train
     Confessed ways
     Confused days
The plain rules that always sing
To connect life to what sane
     Aches I feel
     Ache to heal                  (32)

I pray this hope puts a smile
On your blessed mouth where words
     Let life back
     Let life track
Such a rugged route all the while
I had wanted to have it now heard
     How it lucked
     How it struck
My mind to make me the most
Relieved in thought when I cry
     Of time lost
     Of time’s cost
Of  the faults I boor to host
The scarred mental state that I
     Had to dare
     Had to wear                  (48)

RVM (8/15/10)