In this lifetime full of yearning;
through which came wishing and dreaming;
within many splendid, unquiet flairs;
a voice murmured the word, ‘prayer!’
I was needy and you were solicitous,
my mind strayed to the felonious.
Instead I uncovered brazen devotion,
a perkiness brought such an inner commotion.
I screamed out in misery, 'Is that a blessing?'
Mattering, assaultive and mindful distressing;
Urging and purging within my slyness,
my shyness, my outright otherness.
My mind could not or would not awaken.
Tossing the ghost into all forsaken,
'It's that barrenness,' I muttered.
Queryingly back into memories, now cluttered
I craved an eclectic, or electric luminescence
the yearning, was an essential evanescence
the evolutionists laughed at us in retort.
'It's that piety,' I whispered before the court.
The Judge looked on, a bit beguiled,
as the Saintliness beamed and simply smiled.
Categories:
queryingly, 12th grade, appreciation, bible,
Form: Rhyme