I digress,
I admit,
Too often.
It is a failure,
My failure,
To recognize the limits
Of my steadfastness.
My heart remains fixed on You.
Of course...
My mind runs wild and
My mouth runs foul.
It is the scourge
Of the moment
Or the curse of a life.
Run aground
Run astray
Run amuck
Rampant.
Roughshod and
Riddled with
Rhymes that don't rhyme.
Littered with riddles that are
Riddled without reason.
Reasons that never find a season
And seasons without reason.
Why these gifts?
Why here?
Why now?
To learn to return
To the source
Of course.
To feel the burn
Of a heart turned
By a fire lit from above
And scorching from below.
There is only one me!
And there is only one You!
Holy Spirit within
Holy Spirit without
Teach me to live.
Live now!
Live without abandon!
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