For You

Surrounded by those not knowing
What God has been showing
To this desolate planet beneath
Deluged in disbelief.

What can I change of me
To change some part of you?
Cycles through my brain
And I can’t contain, these thoughts of you.
This anger roars
And my temper soars, to new heights
As I face this question one more time. . . .

Lost they call you under the steeple
You’d never carpool with those people.
You don’t hear a voice and look away
Hoping Heston might ring someday.

What can I change of me
To change some part of you?
Cycles through my brain
And I can’t contain, these thoughts of you.
This anger roars
And my temper soars, to new heights
As I face this question one more time. . . .

Not amazed at your daze due to your past
So tortured, I try not to ask
But truth is truth and we’re all frail
Too much riding on this to fail.

Still in disbelief

A night on his horse rode in, and you rode out.
So different, you ought to change your name;
Too soon I have spoken.
You’re not a kit anymore,
That’s what you wanted.
Said that months ago,
But wouldn’t believe you,
Still in disbelief.
Are you? I kept wondering
As the days become months
And months become daze
And the months become vows.
Is it all clear?