Wednesday, December 19, 2007

a lifetime of failures
back up
in my subconscious
like a clogged toilet,
mocking the wisdom
ostensibly gained
at midlife

in the solitary desert
of restless wakefulness
my aching body
clamors to fill the
empty spaces
in other desolate wastelands

exhausted and spent,
I crawl on my belly
to the Source of my life
and beg for a drink.

2 comments:

Joyful Catholics said...

You took the words right out of my mind and mouth with this one. Thank you! Unless a seed dies....

PAX,and a Happy and blessed New Year to you,
susie

Dymphna (4HisChurch) said...

Thanks so much, Susie!

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