NO SOUL WIPE
Don’t give me an analgesic soul wipe
Or a sanctimonious side swipe
But a sacramental hit when I’m just ripe
Burst the bubble of the fallen me
Not a dull dumbed down drab drone
Or a monotonous mumble and mad moan
But the glorious song that I’m not alone
Love to fire what we all could be.
Don’t give me easy empty cheap cliches
Or weightless words to get blown away
But some substance of soul to fight the decay
Poetic imagination that redeems
Not a rut that we cut way back when
Not the hurt of history again and again
But a done deal hope that grace can send
Seeing visions and dreaming dreams.
Oh this can be useless hobby
And I can be a sad time waster
Or take up my cross and follow
As a radical audacious dreamer.