Community is the cure...

Marrow-seekers, surface now
come out of hopeless hiding
there is a place for your desire
in fact, I am inviting
the stirrings of your settled soul
to rouse themselves again
shaking off collected dust
that's gathered on your pen
that used to move along the page
with words ablaze with fire
restless for the former days
wanting to conspire
with others who are int'rested
in delving to the core
so fed up with shallow plots
that consciously ignore
the themes that resonate within
the heart that pants for life
these currents won't negotiate
and go down with no fight
it's no surprise it takes another
soul to break the curse
to whisper words of wakening
and with compassion nurse
the damaged heart with healing oil
back to vital health
beating with a rythm right
realizing the wealth
of having friends that notice things
that most will walk on by
distracted by the tangibles
that catch their carnal eye
these friends call out the "Lazarus"
that in the tomb lays still
dead for days and months and years
without the thing that fills
the empty shell with matchless worth
that gives the body meaning
that makes each movement beautiful
and keeps the world believing
that there exists beyond our sight
a God that's worth our time
who laughs and cries with all His might
and on our hearts doth shine
the glory of His very face
that we are called to bear
living out His happy life
instead of our despair
For buried under the debris
of deadlines and demands
there is a dreaming entity
that fully understands
the reaches of the infinite
the depth of the divine
the breadth of love so consummate
the taste of the sublime
It won't mistake the the fake for real
the replicas for true
it knows the place from wence it came
and nothing less will do
Again, I strain the need for friends
to beckon this life out
of caverns cold beneath the shell
that harbor pangs of doubt
that long have reigned and drowned the song
that once rang out so clear
heralding persisting clues
that God was ever near
He didn't dwell in courts above
or temples filled with people
He didn't house Himself in church
under the pointy steeple
His choice was to inhabit us
the feeble, frail and broken
His voice comes not through pulpiteers
His Word has plainly spoken
He speaks in tones that only those
who know their hearts can hear
and through the mouths of kindred souls
who carry the same fear
the fear that someday they will wake
to find they've wasted all
the difference their lives could've made
if they'd answered the call
that sounds within humanity
in those with ears to listen
opening themselves to find
the life that most are missin'
so I must greet each morning new
with hopes to find these souls
that know they want to start right now
to climb out of the hole
of lonely, empty, boring days
littered with confusion
to find the Kingdom of our God
is more than an illusion.

I know you're out there...