Great Spirit I search within my heart and
it is tired.
Wounded and shredded by a world on fire.
I seek hibernation,
the great sleep of winter
far from the sounds of spring.
Awaken me, Great Spirit.
Take me from this slumber and fear.
Let me rise into the uppermost reaches of your soul.
Cascading truth like a waterfall's
stinging mist of roar.
I would that my life be real, Great Spirit.
Liberated from the dull oppression surrounding me;
Exhausted to the last drop of enthusiasm
wrung from each moment of joy's
willing embrace of darkness and death.
Awakening springtime within.
Engulfed by the warmth of your light.
lloyd marbet, 1-2-01