The years have been fowl and grey. And I've forgotten how to pray. Takin my life into my own hand. I just might end up in a stranger land. Faithless all around me. They be what they see. This Church of Culture and Blood. Where the externalities are gestures and symbols. Shadows of the True Way they've left behind. Where the interiority grow arid and dry. All their Mysteries are hallow. All I know what to do now, is cry. My heart is broken. You have spoken The reasons why! Oh save me from myself before I die. You are my Beloved You are my Salvation You have been my first Love From the start. Come rescue my ailing heart Before I succumb to some curse. All I want to do Is get back to You, Oh My Eternal Love from the First. ________________ Copyright ©️ 2021 HeardWords America #poems, #poetry #Kilmer, #SDKilmer .
