I am not confined!
The world outside these four walls is full of cinderblock and granite stuffed souls that feel naught and speak naught, and with each passing breeze and with each drowsy roll and ebb of the water, erosion mixes stone with more stone creating pride,
but I am not confined!
In my mind the light is always going to rise up.
The night is never going to fall down.
The silence of being something short of perfect will always hold its tongue,
but I am not confined!
If Mary is truly and happily insane for commiting adultery, am I insane for knowing celibacy?
And if being a woman was her crime, is being a man mine?
Lunacy we may see and malignant memories we may recall,
but we are not confined!
It just takes longer to crush the light written across my eyes and though my passion for teaching tips the scale against my love of learning,
I am not confined!
I am not confined to mans greedy fears and hopes and dreams, but instead resigned to wonder what You are always thinking.
The world outside these four walls is full of cinderblock and granite stuffed souls that feel naught and speak naught, and with each passing breeze and with each drowsy roll and ebb of the water, erosion mixes stone with more stone creating pride,
but I am not confined!
In my mind the light is always going to rise up.
The night is never going to fall down.
The silence of being something short of perfect will always hold its tongue,
but I am not confined!
If Mary is truly and happily insane for commiting adultery, am I insane for knowing celibacy?
And if being a woman was her crime, is being a man mine?
Lunacy we may see and malignant memories we may recall,
but we are not confined!
It just takes longer to crush the light written across my eyes and though my passion for teaching tips the scale against my love of learning,
I am not confined!
I am not confined to mans greedy fears and hopes and dreams, but instead resigned to wonder what You are always thinking.
No comments:
Post a Comment