Why, Massignon 

Why, Massignon,

your life, our trials, your agony

cause me stir and weep

roam agitated about my room?

Why I ask?

Is it lagging guilt again

a surge of commitment

failures now wanting out?

The call of the One bellows in my heart

pulls my soul from the one spoke long ago.

But I've said No

yessing a path through distractions

inattention and weak excuses

vows not entered in.

I've fallen from my life

'cept the one dreamt as a wish.

And now it's happened again

as if I were not dead to God

but something warm in His mem'ry

a dream He hopes to fulfill.

Like a thrill-thing I know its real

but had a a price.

Commitments have no other way

'cept letting go and moving on

to where'er the Spirit blows

blasting 'bout my concrete feet.