Wilderness
Poetry By Anthony James

From all-creatures.org
SPIRITUAL AND INSPIRATIONAL
POETRY ARCHIVE

four eyelids,
only seeing two
walking round
in the other truth

in lie, and covered eye
seemingly walking
just fine

but what about those times
when I'd trip over the sublime
holding dear to the coldest fear
the slip had jarred my mind

forever?
sure seemed likely, right then.

seeing the slope, slippery
consuming me whole
thoughts of a life
in an institution
lost in the sorcery of men
who meet and discuss me-

and I fall to such notions
to little square knees
and my long shin bones
support me
my thighs are stretched long
and my heart is pounding out tears
for the love and mercy
of that which can heal me

and save me
where have I strayed to?
hold me.

in lie, and covered eye
seemingly walking
just fine

I am dying.
alone.
no home...
and my toes bend about
in weathered shoe
indeed, I have roamed and roamed

but how else could i have known?
what a Savior is?

/who Saved me from every thing/