Anxious thoughts befuddled,
Huddled beneath layers of cruff.
Stuff that is loved and hated
Created by love fogotten,
Rotten in apathy and suppression,
Aggression, foul, lust.
Must I live forever,
Wherever, wandering without thought
Caught in muck and mire.
Aspire to the world
Curled in activity,
Brevity of faith shown
Sewn in body and soul.
Coal the color of sin.
Win, oh Lord, my heart,
Part the dark abyss,
Kiss the mess,
Confess the death
Breath of life
Strife removed,
Moved beyond words
Towards light and hope.

-JTH
12-13-08