A Pilgrim’s Recess
A Shortcut to Wisdom the Fool’s Road
The Keeper of Truth is a Mule’s Load
The Quest for Knowledge a Slippery Slope
Road to Understanding a Glimmer of Hope
The Path to Success May Lead One Off Track
But A Pilgrim’s Recess is There and Back
Aspired for higher and acquired the flyers for souls to inspire
Heart set afire fled from those who conspire to make God a liar
No need to inquire but desire for hire I preached to the choir
Adding fuel to the ire just to mire on the wire above ice and fire
Spreading the fear of penalties severe and a judgment so near
Staunchly sincere still cold, cavalier—sneered what others held dear
An unyielding ear, vision so clear, would all interfere with reality here
Sought out of fear what appeared as revered; couldn’t adhere, or persevere
Yet it’s the climate not the storm
The rule an exception not the norm
Neither to regress nor to reform
Neither to rebel nor to conform
Neither hot nor cold—nor warm
But a spirit that can be transformed
And the Path of Life a special Course
That goes with the flow of a different Force
From wind through river of unequaled Source
Down mounts of regrets to a Land of No Remorse
So a need to succeed, or recede, stemming from a growing need
And sowed a seed from Apostle’s Creed to apostate’s greed
Followed the lead, a deed to heed, growing weeds from cede
And choked on feed but bit my tongue until I watched it bleed
Need for speed and to exceed led to mislead my mind’s eye
With Body numb, Mind gone dumb, and Spirit ready to fly
From dreams to schemes and to extremes, the journey gone awry
Zealous youth to jealous sleuth, the fountain of truth gone dry
Yet it’s the climate not the storm
The rule an exception not the norm
Neither to regress nor to reform
Neither to rebel nor to conform
Neither hot nor cold—nor warm
But a spirit that can be transformed
And the Path of Life a special Course
That goes with the flow of a different Force
From wind through river of unequaled Source
Down mounts of regrets to a Land of No Remorse
Sought above beneath and all points in between
Up and down and out, seen in and out of every scene
Saw left and right through blacks and whites of red and green
Nearly blew it all on know-it-all books and maggot fiends
© 2004 [April 12, 2004 @ 6:35 am] by J. Mars Hall