Change

Up against the tides of change

The endless rearrange for all of my days—

Eyes on the light, on the day when it gets

Set right—blood moons for the onlookers

But where is the real danger?

Shaking cities with bodily entrance and in

It we long to depart,

This tent is up for rent,

Paying what I cannot owe

By this grace we must try to grow

For free is just the invitation—

Fallen souls who used to be young

And naïve and without reprieve—

Now we can barely believe in a good

God instead He hangs over the flames,

He stands in distance while our lives

Live with resistance—

I am hardened daily by the scorching

Winds that burn beneath me—

Life is harder when people see all

Of you, but where would I be if it wasn’t

For community?

I delight in the path,

I run from the wrath you have

Hallowed out, with death being swallowed

In a tepid shout—

I cannot agree just yet with what I

Live by for in me is still an endless

Disease—

But I will press forward in this

Tent you ask of me to display,

For sorrow, for pain, for death,

For all the world to see

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