Lost you at sea,
Shipwrecked for the Gospel,
Island called hostile, called
Nineveh, called it nirvana when
I went upward back when,
Blonde haired mystery unlocked
Me, ‘turn around and run’ who has
Stayed long enough to hurt,
Who has tarried with the wind that
Sails against me,’ Am I not like Paul?
Am I just like King Saul? Am I not sought
At after all? Am I addicted to this sugar taste,
This caffeine tower I live in,
Target on my heart,
Target like a mark,
Am I extravagant?
Am I loosing it?
Am I not like the rest of them
At the round table of confusion,
At this place of erosion—I am
Never together but never alone,
Mysteries to the nations,
Mysteries unfolded,
The closest I’ve ever come
To loving does not even
Compare, even to the hers
Of the past or the memories
That still last, or that drain that
Has been circled—My life is not
Undone, I have not cried ‘WOE!’
I have not asked for it all,
But I have been bothered,
I have been uneasy at doing
Anything that does not have
Christ at the center