I Am…

A trembling troubadour

in a world of lyrical wonder-workers

who speak love to the star-flecked heavens

amidst fields of wild roses,

while the moon falls to meet me

on a lonely hill of daffodils.


A weak-kneed thinker

who longs to lock himself away

in vaults of ethereal wonders

while the world rushes by

in terrifying glory.


A desperate heart

clinging to every drop

of joy

dripping from the overflowing bowl

of the table of the world.



yet strangely strong,

as if perpetually held

by the arms

of an Unseen Romancer.



of what I have done

to deserve what I have received:





slowly and surely

as the bright wanderer above,

looking ever forward to the day

this trembling,


desperate child

can stand with those he loves,

upheld by grace and redemption,

and climb.


Posted on April 28, 2013, in NaPoWriMo and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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