Resurrection
The still sea needs a full moon; a tidal wave only weeps in the darkness.
Is there sunlight on the horizon? I feel no warmth.
She’s frozen in my memories.
I chip away at the bricks in this cell
When the guards go out for a smoke.
Don’t know where I’d go if I found a passage anyway.
There is no direction. The heavens must be full. No room at the inn.
I wander aimlessly through shadows. Do ghosts dream?
I do. So I can’t be dead yet.
They tell me a reprieve is coming. So I hang on
Staring though the bars when not reading the Big Book.
It’s the same as the bible for old drunks like me.
Inspired by the same Muse though another modern day apostle.
A modern day saint for the addicted congregation searching for a savior.
It’s says keep coming back until the miracle happens.
The enlightenment of a spiritual awakening.
Love the Lord your God with all thy heart and Love your neighbor as thy self.
The secret revealed. How can a man foreign to self- love, love others?
Where is the mountain top? The cleansing wind of forgiveness blowing through me?
I broke too many commandments. Worshiped idols.
But, the earth keeps turning and time keeps ticking.
The full moon will rise and the tide will come
And I will be on that beach to let it wash over me until the morning comes.
I will rise with the sun and walk into a new day.
The Light will scare the shadows away and I will be a free man,
Because the Big Book tells me so.
Copyright © Randy Biffany | Year Posted 2013
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