You are inconvenient Truth.
I want to believe myself alive.
I tout myself spiritual.
You are the spoiler
In the midst
Of my presumptions.
I run with the world
And You fish for me.
Cast your net after me.
I duck the toss,
Scamper out of reach.
Though its weave
Be that of Love,
It’s warp be reason,
Faith the weft
That elevates,
I fear your net as chains.
If I only knew
Who it is
Who is constantly
Trolling the Deep
To save me.
If I could see
That I am blinded
In the chaos.
Trapped in ancient lies,
Ensnared in deception’s trenches.
Tides and currents,
Direct my movement.
I am not free.
I flow
Caught in the embrace
Of the masses,
Pitiful humanity,
Chained by tumultuous sensation ,
And arrogant bravado,
Regardless of Truth’s freedom.
Relentless Pursuer,
Plot the routes of my escape
To wait for me
In the shallows
And guide me.
Then encircled
By Your arms,
Lift me beyond myself.
Deliver me, O, Fisher
From the waters
In which I drown.
Draw me up
To Yourself
Separating the flotsam,
And jetsam,
Counting me Your own.
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