Take me to my Nineveh

 

The heart is tired, the body too.

…Spirit has been thoroughly decimated

All of me is finished, tired & dead

Let me listen with bated attention,

To the wilful nonsense of the saints,

Open will you,

Divinely so,

my unwilling ears,

 to hear against the tide of my emotions,

the power, glory, & the sermons of the saints…

 

I am a bystander,

 wishing to ascend with the lightest yoke on my back,

Yours is an easy one to carry,

Lift my head

You glorious on from Nazareth…

 

The vision ahead is a murky one,

And I was told your presence is a faint one

I dare seek it anyway

 

Take me to my Nineveh