Death by Introspection

Death By Introspection

It was here I found the meaning of it all,

When I sought silence wrapped in honesty.

I discovered a mirror that bore no façade.

With masks lain down-their weight tossed aside.

All the words inside my eyes arranged sentences on my finger tips.

Breathing steady I let it all flow.

The vexation of the days along with the cries of the night,

They met the Truth of a Father who holds my hand tightly.

Contemplation of steps to come are met with realities of my footprints left.

My sighs are prayers offered on bruised knees.

And seclusion becomes a treasured encounter with the Unseen.

The flaws of my humanity being readily revealed.

Sweating hands grasp cold metal; sharp with Holiness.

Arms that have been strengthened by lifting burdens,

They raise high in surrender poised to plunge

Into this heart that only shows its face in quiet glimpses.

Demise must come for a new breath of resurrection.

With Your reality unseen potently magnified, now I know.

It was here I found the meaning of it all.

Selfish gain can meet its death by introspection.