The Voices and the Shadows

Walking slowly down the road,
I turn a corner
and walk a few steps
before stopping and being told
I must become this,
I must become more.

Pacing forward
with the Sun on my back
and the empty hunger hanging on my heart
and in some strange contained anticipation
I, somewhere, somehow desire You.

The moon waxes with my metronomic footfalls,
and all the pine trees stand over me in a profound quiet
reminding me of the Slient Witness
(they stare at the setting sun).

So the shadows and voices have been my unwanted companions
tellin' me of all the things to behold
while you stare at me, fixed eyes of truth-
tellin' me there is only One who fills in this noise.
Only One Peace in a vengeance of culture.
Only One Life strewn out beyond death.
Grace has caught me and will not let loose!
I am yours, make all things new!