the loooog emotion

looking for ...what?

some still-lingering in the hindsight of ones years

hanging by the lobe of a snipped off prune

souring by the rivers where the fish dive to escape

as we strive and drive toward the boulevards hoping to find

...what?

we don't know but know it's never there

never where we wish it to be because...

it's inside of you, inside of me, inside the sly-wait of searching

for the ever-longing pull toward the heavenly gate

hidden within our psychic mind, our burdened heart

our leaded soul-aching, aching always, aching for YOU

there is something in the longing, the waiting, the lingering about for a change

for a new day to arise on the edge of a dream

here, there, in the future with a friend, of someone wanting-to-return to

to someone wanting to be found, of oneself to be more than...a some thing

...a someone to be found, to be uncovered and loved

to discover ones love...to love, by what I'm convincing myself of

of what is or is not in this broken world of broken minds and broken hearts

cause God looks like the brother-sister I don't want to know

who I pretend to avoid, my self in disguise

...until

oh my, oh why, oh hi

it's The Christ at rest in my heart

and I cry