"We cannot attain to a vision, we must live in the inspiration of it until it accomplishes itself." --Oswald Chambers

many leaks in my spirit:
the impatience of passion
breeding superficial hope.
the darkness knows me.
it is a well of uncountable
beating lies

the commercialism of my abandonment
to a life of vision:
what I want is so consuming!
what strength do I have
to recall with tenacity
the vision of redemption?

oh, to be there!
in that moment of repentance
to draw up an unfeigned cry
that fearlessly sings
among the dead.
I sense His call,
a misunderstood tickling
like a tiny point of light
holding back the fusion of a billion stars.
the laughing suspicion of my heart,
it is from the great deep
but from it I can take no esteem
if it is the Spirit
that claims me