Ke bale ke bale

 

and there they are,

angels & panicked saints,

urging me to come to their side,

to heed the clarion call of paupers…

  

but something else dallies in the wilderness,

coddling my spirit in, 

me, regressing into the debris,

conceding my shame, 

but a newness is here,  

of the freshest indifference

to my past & the many indiscretions 

But I’d rather sleep. 

…and if I die in the lull, 

Tell them all I ever wanted was peace, 

to quiet the tensions which wisdom brings, 

to reform her loud demands, 

to turn away from God, 

to rest deeply in the lull,

and I know…eventually my choices 

will bring me to the chaos of human volition

Maybe then, 

I will wake up to meet my iniquities, 

and return, with visceral urgency, 

to God and his will…

For now ke bale Ke bale (there they are) 

Cheering me on, 

smiling even in this extreme, 

inspiring my heart… 

to heed the gospel of paupers, 

to heal in the sacred dust, 

to find that madness-transcending peace…

by HIS stripes... 

*Was listening to BandaBanda kebale when I wrote this