ELOI

Oh these mortal eyes and infected lungs. Burning searing infernal sun. Hot on these shoulders. Heavy on my soul. Dying drying wilting is its toll. Abandoned by mercy and grace and life. Straying praying through the toil and the strife. Please tell me you are with me. I can’t feel your hand. My spirit form yours. My body from the sand. Am I to be adrift in these lands, tread these seas all alone? Or is my true love my only true home? God give me a place be it earth or in Heaven. Affirmation or love forgiveness or vision. Idleness, apathy are my hell here on earth. Come down on me with your might and your mirth.