There's a shadow sometimes
in the back of my mind
that keeps me from seeing You clearly
but what is a shadow
but the lack of some good thing,
the missing wholeness of life?

There's a veil sometimes
before my eyes, and
I don't always see things completely
but what a hope I have
to hope in You,
who opens the eyes of the blind.

Sometimes there's a cloud or mist
that mutes the color in this world
and shadows the river in my soul
but You our my ethereal Light,
and this liberates me.

You are the source of every ray of light
and You see right through me.
Adonai, I can hide nothing from You, no not ever.
Abba, I'm just dead without Your love and grace.

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Man Made of Muddle

Embodiment of purposeless, meandering retort

Misanthropic, microscopic, demanding kind of sort

Stoic in a fractured sense that does no good for none

Emboldened still on window sills before a darkened sun

Rhetoric of a clouded mind that bends to wade in gloom

Identified by none despite the drawings in his room

A wielder of the pen and pad and digital decree

Dance upon intoxicants or dance to breaking knees

Able to feel, enjoy and laugh at your behest

Quietly, behind his frames, contemplating death

A possessor of the factor sole, the haunt of his beneath

The acts of yore that left him dying, settled out of reach

But he has hope for languages composed of lucid vibes

A hand of time and space to place a bridge to the divine

And grasping firm his social set with value and resolve

He'll speak in tongues of sight and song and learn to get along.

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Mobius Amphibious

Mobius Amphibious, a fish with bugging eyes

Freed of all aquatic depths to rise into the tide

Sultry scales of watered gray, that helped him to deny

That he was just an ugly thing that spawned from ugly kind

He found the shore and saw the feet, that walked on all five toes

Ignored by they who seemed complete, and basked above the flow

Like buildings made of bone and flesh, he wanted them to know

That he was happy to be seen despite his gaze so low

A wriggled fit would bring him close to the warmer churning current

Brushed against the soft caress of the walking beast deterrent

But it panicked, tumbled, splashed; and ran away to land

And rocks did rain upon our friend, who did not understand

Mobius concerned himself, and fled to quiet reef

He swam so well and was so sleek, despite his small physique

What did they not see in him that he had meant to seek?

Would they not accept him if he stood below their reach?

Their garbled voice did sound to him before he settled still

Fretting of his touch and stench and questioning his will

But he was good and only wished to puddle at their soles

Loving them as friends without a language to control

Maybe with their arms and legs he'd do without his fins

And love them and have love returned despite his clammy skin

And he would laugh and learn to change himself from deep within

From fish to humankind that lives above the sea again

Silly thoughts for silly fish, forever ocean-bound

A bugging eye transfixed upon the life on drier ground

Mobius will feel a fool for being born as is

Watching as the sun does set, forgetting how to swim.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Inspired by a quote:

‎Everybody is a genius. But if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid.

- Albert Einstein

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