Brothers in "Arms"
Losing trust, I do lose respect
Gazing back to love with them
Seeing the light of the insight
Will I not trust in man again
The shadow of your future
Met my shadow of the past
Not much enough of a now
Not much of eternity to last
The bubbles of your turmoil
Your eagerness and concern
Messed up with my fear
Fear about no return
No return into my
Father’s arms, so
No return to
Truer love
Love
That is
That stays
That remains,
That never loses it
Especially, when it gains
There is no must at all in life
There is if need be just need
There is a choice in all of it
Choice in which we feed
We feed love or fear, God or the dark
Get surged in the floodwaters of doubt
Or save all that is in our Noah’s Arch
Continued existence so further out
I need that love just no attached
To money, sex or power, greed
I am and ever will go for it
That empty holy feed
The emptiness
Simply “Big Time”
The power of "that" now
Full of the joy-filled any joy
No matter why, who, or how
With just eyes in the space
Opened up to the next
Feet on that ground
Butt felt not sexed
Brothers in faith
Baby or big or in union
A million or not any charms
Brother in law or blood brother
May we are all brothers in “arms”
HC_Thiesgen
Oct 25th, 2019
5:45 PM (CET)
