STAIRCASE

pathway
of tears/ anointed fears latches a
rusty gate/ that opens a gap/ a way back and beyond/ tis
too late this day to climb upon/ the back of the turtle/ where shells/ cut through clay/ into portions of people/ where they pray/ wheeled upon a church steeple/ and the only way is up/ up upon the cusp/ that runneth over where up is in/ and we are sin/ so say your prayers and annoint with tears/ with the dogma of man/who don't understand/ that god aint out there/ he is here/ he is within
step by step hewn with sweat/ this stairway
is the only way to compare
this day to what
and
where to
remain
until the same
plane that
we
play upon is but
something to
lay
upon
till we
weigh
How long
our song that
we
sing to belong
to
this heart
of ache
where we play
the part to partake
in
our sacred
journey
above
our
sacred
journey
of
love
♥