Into the dark I go. How do I let you die?

This poem comes from my book: Poetics: An Exercise in Theoria.

You should buy the paper-back…because it’s beautiful, and real books are better than digital 😁 — https://a.co/d/g5WrV9R

-

I published this on Youtube as, “Into the dark I go.” If you want to listen while you read, click here:

-

Welcome to The Meaning of Worship

— — — — — — — — — — —

Into the dark I go,

millions of miles from

Home,

In a room full of people,

surrounded by family,

but I’m still standing

Alone.

Retreat and repeat the

journey into the place

where light and dark

Meet;

The bridge of chaos and

song; Harmony’s broken

strings sound all wrong.

Into the dark I dive, not

wondering if I will

Survive,

But wondering if the me

who left is the same who

will be revived.

“I’m alive, I’m alive, I’m

Alive.”

‘Yet not for long,’ sings

the ancient song.

To live I must die.

Is it here that I say

Goodbye?

[to my Jesus, to my

Everything]

I don’t know if I can, no

matter how hard I try.

What does it mean to

Forget?

How am I supposed to

run this race with no

Regret?

How are we sent into the

great by and by?

How do l let “my Jesus”

fade into oblivion,

and let my self die?

~

“don’t worry about me,

I’m good at coming back

to life.

I’m alive,

I’m alive,

I’m alive.”