Prayer of the Widowmaker
“Compartment 7 ready to serve the Soviet Union”
Lord, I don’t know if you can hear me, but I want to know–
“Compartment 6, we are at your command, Comrade Captain”
what your will is for my life. I often doubt you will
“Compartment 5 ready to serve the Communist Party”
make it known to me. I am a wave on top of the sea,
“Compartment 4 ready to serve at your command”
blown and tossed by the wind1–not even sure if I
“Compartment 3, ready to serve the Soviet Union”
am trying to listen, distracted by the hustle of my life
“Compartment 2, ready, tell us your command”
and the necessity of the immediate taking priority
“Compartment 1, we are ready to serve the Soviet Union to the very end.”
over what I believe that you want for me.
1 James 2:6
Passing the same wooden fence
Don’t know the road
I’m on highway 20.
Another thumb appears
could I spare a seat
for I’m lost looking for a sign?
Plenty, yes, problem’s finding mine,
beginning to doubt my confidence
passing the same wooden fence
passed a few moments passed.
Worry Lane
Do you ever worry about me?
Surely, there’s some doubt, please.
It’s like not being missed
Because you know I’ll be fine.
Worry Lane, at least to me,
Seems to be one way.
Tell me when I’m wrong.
do people worry about me?
Totally Sure
I will never be totally sure of your love
But I don’t want you to ever leave
It would crush my existence
Under the weight of nothingness
So much heavier than the planet under me.
A burden of finding meaning
And loving the void
Which can never be done
Without destruction.