BROTHERS IN "ARMS"

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)