it was a gift given more than twenty years back
a penance given at confession’s end, pray this
he said: free me in the ways i need to be freed.
i took it and left, i prayed it that day
and left it there as that present became long past
free me in the ways i need to be freed
two decades later last saturday seated
in a different church city time expectation
it just popped up for the first time since:
free me in the ways i need to be freed.
i prayed it again and somewhere
deep or high in the beyond-sight
beyond-sound beyond god’s voice
announced: rouse the army let’s go
it’s not more than three or four days
in a lifetime i get invited to work with
this crazy-ass disciple at the roots where
it really counts where something matters
at the point that possibilities are born and
embraced; free him the sucker said
in the ways he needs to be freed, this
i cannot resist, unfurl the wings cage
the devil raise the sun and alert the Son
we are going to cut through the crap
and make a man real.
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2 thoughts on “A gift”
Wonderful gift you just shared with us, John. Beautifully composed – thank you!