An Absolute Awe
An Absolute Awe
Resonating as an echo I shall be,
In a whirlwind of arid dust, to cleanse and set me free.
Oh, my woe, these crisps I cannot possess,
To witness their existence, nor claim innocence, I confess.
What defines me as a man, where lies my identity,
Without you, above all, I am but a shadow, a count of obscurity.
Flicker of doom, my troubled spirit pleads,
To the Lord, who resembles bruises yet wholesomeness leads.
I lay my cause in fragments, perfection not attained,
Yearning for you to fill my emptiness, to mend what's strained.
To whom shall I plead for absolution and grace,
Among the voices of cowards, the naysayers' base.
Exposing my transgressions, scrutinizing every thought,
For whom shall I relent, in you, O cross, my solace sought.