Daily is a mystery
Forged in the mundane
Starved out in the rain—puddles of
Pain they passed out then—everything is
A movie played on replay,
I was once the seed,
Crafted before birth to
Carry the berth
Called it purpose before,
Called it wanting to explore
Call it love for more, never settled
Never satisfied—blood that is red,
Pain that is a guide always looking
For the wrong kind—how has one changed?
How does one gage it?
Seed to bread now ready to feed
‘The lips of the righteous feed many,’
The dead give every penny,
Every last mite, every last might,
Every last late night, every last part
Of the oil it takes in the toil it takes
To keep on giving—
This life is like a video played on replay—
Used to be shut in, used to be closed up,
Used to be in the crowd all the time—
But every last drop has been spilt,
Every last bit of You has been poured out—
Alive is the replay of the video mind you have
Given to me—
Shut in no longer, seed no longer,
Now something stronger,
Something of vinegar they gave You
On the edge of my sword I pierced You—
That man that suffered in the flesh
That stayed silent as He was defiant
Against the accusation—
Honor is a hollow tragedy no longer
Filled in with the story of glory You have
Written—
Bread is where I am, feeding on love
Instead, vultures are above, the sea is
Below filled in is hollow—
The shut in man has nowhere to run
Just stays on the run—
Facing it, facing the world, facing your life—
That is all it takes sometimes—
Let mercy be on replay
For this video of a life You have
Given me