Destruction, in times of stress,
reaching for fullness without duress.
Pain, flowing, running, springs from within,
Minds, hurting, contemplating, a running din.
Limbs aching and creaking throught the climb,
I know not the day, the week, nor the time.
Of day, of night, of pain, of sadness,
from the reaches within, how close is madness?
Strength, the source, so far away, so faint,
Thoughts, by darkness, a constant taint.
Where is the shelter to hide within?
To escape from this constant din.
My faith, alone, left free to wonder,
My strength of will torn asunder.
To live alone I cannot bear,
To love, to need, a voice to hear.
And now I night I kneel to pray,
Pleading yearning, fears cast away.
What about this vessel, cold and weak,
Do you know of what it is I speak?
Of needing something far in the distance,
Companionship, friendship, an equal stance.
Alone, abandoned, yet hope remains,
Agape love, to cleanse the stains.
What about this vessel seated alone,
A dog, fervently digging for a bone?
When need is great, when time is short,
What about this vessel, echoes in retort.
Of falling leaves, of shrouded sun,
Of things planned, but left undone.
What about this vessel, cold and weak,
Weak and brittle, cold as teak.
Do you understand? Feelings I describe?
What about this vessel, what beats inside?
Addendum (Part II)
This vessel flees, it runs and hides,
What day will come this vessel dies.
I wait and watch the fires alone,
I dream of shelter and of home.
If happiness could never be,
would love my soldier follow me,
to the ends of earth and paths so dark,
what endless journey's, white and stark?
What about this vessel tried and true,
what about this vessel bothers you?
It sins, it grieves it lives in sorrow,
it does its best to see tomorrow.
But what about this vessel makes it free,
despite it all Christ cared for me.
reaching for fullness without duress.
Pain, flowing, running, springs from within,
Minds, hurting, contemplating, a running din.
Limbs aching and creaking throught the climb,
I know not the day, the week, nor the time.
Of day, of night, of pain, of sadness,
from the reaches within, how close is madness?
Strength, the source, so far away, so faint,
Thoughts, by darkness, a constant taint.
Where is the shelter to hide within?
To escape from this constant din.
My faith, alone, left free to wonder,
My strength of will torn asunder.
To live alone I cannot bear,
To love, to need, a voice to hear.
And now I night I kneel to pray,
Pleading yearning, fears cast away.
What about this vessel, cold and weak,
Do you know of what it is I speak?
Of needing something far in the distance,
Companionship, friendship, an equal stance.
Alone, abandoned, yet hope remains,
Agape love, to cleanse the stains.
What about this vessel seated alone,
A dog, fervently digging for a bone?
When need is great, when time is short,
What about this vessel, echoes in retort.
Of falling leaves, of shrouded sun,
Of things planned, but left undone.
What about this vessel, cold and weak,
Weak and brittle, cold as teak.
Do you understand? Feelings I describe?
What about this vessel, what beats inside?
Addendum (Part II)
This vessel flees, it runs and hides,
What day will come this vessel dies.
I wait and watch the fires alone,
I dream of shelter and of home.
If happiness could never be,
would love my soldier follow me,
to the ends of earth and paths so dark,
what endless journey's, white and stark?
What about this vessel tried and true,
what about this vessel bothers you?
It sins, it grieves it lives in sorrow,
it does its best to see tomorrow.
But what about this vessel makes it free,
despite it all Christ cared for me.
