Rev. Gerald Dillenbeck Poet Lyric

Sensory Overload

What’s left of my mind
when I open my mouth
is the part I could never say.

What’s left of my mind
when you open yours
is a place I hope we can share
free of alone-ing despair.

What’s left of my soul
when you open my eyes
soars through our blue 
and brown thrilled skies.

What’s left of your soul
when I'm lost in your eyes
hides a smile for our prayer
"Send us light,
send us light,
send us light."

What's left of my heart
when I open your tears
screams for relief
from my mad 
and our bad
sad climate fears.

What’s left of your heart
when I open mine
is a gift I most need to hear.

What’s left of your soul
when I'm lost in your eyes
hides a smile for our prayer
"Send us light,
send us light,
send us light."

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