Looking for a flash
Expecting a spark
Giant billboards overhead
My name in glares
Giant hand fluttering
Come this way, my son,
I don’t know for what I’m awaiting
What I’ve been anticipating
For what I’ve been staying
Oh I’m scrambled
Hands down they dangle
Bursting into tears
Feeling least in coming to senses
Awkward paths staggered defenses,
God, I’m a mess
God, I confess
I’m a little bit tired
But I haven’t done anything
I haven’t worked hard enough
My existence isn’t so tough
But I feel scrambled
Yet my life, ambled
Compared to others
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My perfect box
Scrambled brains and rocks
Lightly soiled socks
To show for forty years
Don’t ask what I’m expecting
Guess I’ve excelled in second-guessing
Shrug at deep unfathomable blessings
Looking at thee
God, I need better than me
Please show my your ways
Demonstrate prayer’s mysterious arrays
Your Light shining through this vessel.
Emotion Dough 