Dancing on edges
Flirting with fringes
Numb to the fear of falling
Hooked to the thrill of just being
On the edge of the many fringes of reality
I’m told he’s been sold,
Lost his soul to the cold.
He wishes he could be saved,
Find his place and be graced.
Truth be told, I’m cold;
But it’s not really me, it’s my heart that’s cold;
There was a time when my heart felt like molten gold,
Impassioned with zeal and love for the Lord;
Now, here’s an empty cold vessel made of gold;
It’s laden with dust and hidden out of sight;
But out of sight, is a dangerous place to be.
“I got lost in thought and found myself in love…in love with the unsearchable mysteries of God, how they tease, then threaten to unhinge my mortal mind.” – Makafui.