Wandering into the wilderness
( PART ONE – THE EVOLUTION OF CREATION )
Born, Dearly Born
Filled with Light
A Child beaming with the wonders and sparkles of Life
~ Tender Smiles ~
My tender smiles were released
Into a forest of wolves and bears
In the N.E. neighborhood of D.C.
Where I was raised
Someone always showed up to challenge you
Break you in ~ Smash your smile
As though happiness and wonderment were against the law
I was straining always for clarity about this puzzle
~ This MacBeth’s bubble, bubble, toil and trouble ~
My Mother said someone hits you son
Ball-up your hand and hit them back
I had my share of fights and bully beatings
My Smile started hiding behind a frown
And the Frown slowly drowned the innocence of my childhood
My dear brightness got stuck behind some ghetto hood eclipse
I had sports dreams and hopes like a lot of boys
~ Football – Football -Yes Football ~
Hoop-it-up tackle became the home to master the my skills of elusiveness
In the Hood – Athletes are prayers
~ Because Hope dares while Mama’s and Daddy’s Hearts stare ~
- Why Football -
~ Was it to demonstrate unafraidness ~
Yes and No
Run Child, Run, Runnnnnn
Joy Is Had ~ With the Victory of an avoided tackle
~ Fear is beat back ~
However the Promise Land of grind iron glory
Would be blocked at an early age – time and time again
~ The weight class changed in grade school – from qualified to not qualified ~
~ Then there was the small Catholic High School that could no longer afford the football program ~
~ Then the severe sprain of my ankle the night before my first start
at running back for the Boys Club team ~
Now!
Shy, Torn, Severally Bruised by Life’s Thorns
There were no mentoring or enrichment programs in the 60’s and 70’s
My innocence ~ My God Blessed innocence
A prisoner to some vicious monster that eats the joy out of life
~ 10 years old, 11 years old,12 years old,13,14,15,16 and it still goes on ~
Why? Why Me? I didn’t strike the rock twice like Moses
So why am I in this wilderness of bones - circling in the burning desert of life.
Wandering into the wilderness
( PART TWO – THE DECAY OF CREATION )
The Soul of My Sorrows
How do I build the impenetrable fort
My inner tears are salty and sour because of the heartache years
Thus I find relief in my first taste of sweet wine
The corner drunks will buy it for us - for a bottle of cheap wine for themselves
Soak the sorrows – drown the bitter tears
~ Howl at the Moon ~
Pass that rifer joint, why not take an adventure into Jimmie Hendrix’s purple haze
Dreams become other dreams ~ Where weeds appear as flowers
Evidentially you become numb to the pricking thorns from the rose bush of life
And fairy tales grow from dim to dark ~ No more magical endings
The horror film features You the Monster ~ Chasing ~ ~ ~ You
My Innocence is curled-up now deep inside of me
~ Crying and Praying ~
~ The Inner Prayers shouting at the Heavens ~
~ The Shouting at the Heavens growing weary with the years ~
~ The growing weary with the years choking you and draining hope from you ~
Who bit who?
Did the vampire bite you or did you bite the vampire
It ~ ~ ~ No Longer Matters
I surrender and bow at the gates of Hell
Homeless – Hungry – Spiritually and emotionally malnourished
You’ve learn how to survive on the broth from a cup of bones
All the Good and Wholesome Dreams
Are circling around in the mazes of confusion deep inside of me
All career paths and marriages
Find there way to the dump heap
Either due to my own choices or life circumstances
It is the Life Circumstances that bewilder me the most
Whenever I strived and believed in God Blessed Hope
Some unexpected evidentially hunts me down
To Rip-up My Heart’s Beautiful Smile
~ Once Again ~
Why must I live out these unfortunate fates?
I just what to let the Light ~ Born in me ~ Live
Let It --- Celebrate --- Life
Wandering into the wilderness
( PART THREE – SANCTUARY’S OFFERINGS )
~ Rehab ~
Sometimes there is a depressed relief in ‘ Once Again ‘
Depressed because you are so worn down
And relief awaits – for me
to get clarity of my goals to map a vision of the unseen mountain range
Then the first of the Great Ponderings occurs
~ Man! I am getting old ~
How much sweat? How much toil?
~ A Prayer ~
No! Many Prayers to refuel my spirit as challenges come
Wow! A Revelation revisiting ~ I am not a sports coupe anymore
Got to refurbish this hoopty of a body ~ Got to get ready for mountain climbing
~ A Prayer ~
Where Secret Tears purge fears
Me and God alone, Me and God alone
Mending and Defending the purity of my spirit
Me and God alone, Me and God alone
Evicting falsehoods and Arresting demons
Me and God alone, Me and God alone
Doing Battle with
TheThunder, The Rain and The Hurricanes waging havoc in the soul
Me and God alone, Me and God alone
By Thomas N Corbett 3rd
TNC3
April 2013
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