God Knows Where I Am

Across the tossing tumult of reality
my brain gasps for truth, for freedom.
This inconvenient leprosy of mind,
whose scarred visage must be quelled.

My own reflection has no scars,
yet, all about are those that insist that ...

AH! What a perfect sunrise!

no soylent concoction, no peering prying eyes
-hidden yawns or dulcet tones or pseudo smiles,
suggesting - DEMANDING I ...no, this day
I will go to where only God knows where I am.

I will dance with the forgotten frantic weeds
- spayed and sprayed, dandelions of disdain
             live here unfettered

This house, neglected, forgotten in
a field of imperfection to those
who can not see what is perfect, is Heaven to me!

Apples with scarred blemished skins
beg to be loved - excused for
their imperfections shall
be my nourishment.

The passing of each day - 
my romantic vision transformed,
my own pace, my own space, where
freedom hugs me, warms me, feeds me
and loves me
-sleep dear child, you are free. 

I am found, but then, God always knew
...where I was.

(True story, please google "god knows where I am" - it will haunt you)
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Bangalee Avatar
December 18, 2018 at 10:06 PM
unsuitability, oh! insanity all through exposed I'm by an acute love of God for His beautiful creation- wandering port to port, route to route; as hermit all through strides - Yes HE better knows of me /// lovely writing
Marc Avatar
May 22, 2018 at 1:48 PM
Nicely said Craig - thank you.
Ligon Avatar
May 21, 2018 at 11:29 PM
I love your sentiment of appreciation for the imperfect. The last two lines invite an indefinite meditation. Well done.
Cornish Avatar
May 22, 2018 at 3:19 PM
Thank you Juliet---please search "God knows where I am" and look through it all, it will haunt you as it has me---it happened only a few miles from where I live
Sands Avatar
July 8, 2017 at 8:25 AM
Wow. I hadn't seen this before and it is amazing! I am saving this one to my favorites Craig! :)
Carber Avatar
May 30, 2017 at 10:22 AM
I like this very much. (And your reference to 'soylent concoction' hints at you life's timeline-- not many of the young un's have seen the movie, or even know who Charles Heston was. Fame really is fleeting!)
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