My Visit
PARTING WAYS WAS SUCH SWEET SORROW
AS LIFES LITTLE DRIFTER
I REMEMBER OUR LAST MEETING
AND HERE I AM AGAIN
SUCH A DIFFERENT CLIMATE
BUT THE ATMOSPHERE HAS THE SAME FEEL
I WALKED INTO REFLECTIONS OF THE BAST
TRUELY, IT HAS BEEN A LONG TIME
WALKING THE ISLES
THE FUNERAL AROSE
THE ALTER TRANSFORMED INTO THE CASKET
THE LIGHTS SLIGHTLY DIMMED
THE SERMON MORPHED INTO THAT EULOGY
THE ONE ACCOMPANIED WITH ADDITIONAL FINALITY
MORE FACES APPEARED
DAMN THIS PLACE
AS I TOOK A SEAT
SUNDAY SCHOOL FACES CAME FLOODING IN
EIGHTEEN YEARS REGRESSED
TIME TRAVEL WITHOUT MOVEMENT
ANOTHER BLINK OF MY EYE
THE DAYS INTERVENTION BEGINS
OR SO IT SEEMS
FOR I AM THE THINKER
MY EYES SCAN THE GATHERED MASS
AM I REALLY ALONE
DOES THIS TRANSLATE WORSHIP
OR A STRONG SEMINAR AT BEST
A YOUNG CHILD STARES AT ME OVER THE PEW
I SEE A LOST PART OF ME
THE PAST REVISITED
A LAMB INTRUIGED BY COLORFUL WONDER
THIS REUNION WAS MOST HELPFUL
BUT I MUST BE ON MY WAY
I RETURNED
TO BE REMINDED OF WHY I LEFT IN THE FIRST PLACE
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