27 June 2007

Lead Me To The Narrow Way

I am content at last – freed of
vanities restraint by your consent;
I wasn’t meant, you say to take an
extra yard there was no need
to play a loser’s game.

You’ve refereed where judges
failed to heed the code of love,
a book they found above their
tomes of lust and precedent;
the dust of sentience.

And in the mellow sweep
of your awareness, deep inside
the tombs where life is
resurrected in effete
and loving tenderness

I am enshrined. You glide
about me as glyph that’s
come to life; a way that
shines – a single light to
lead me to the narrow way.
© 9 June 2007, I.D. Carswell