The pain of my past
and the chaos of confusion
descend from their ethereal stratosphere
into my earthy existence,
threatening to dislodge all sense of reality
as they swirl around my humble self in a tornado of endless
strife.
So I lift my eyes to You.
I stand in the eye of this cacophonic storm,
blinded by the dust
and deafened by the screeching of the wind.
No handkerchief can keep dirt out
and so I suffocate without clean air to breath
stumbling along attempting to find my way.
So I lift my eyes to You.
But as my eyes search the heavens
I hear the menacing whispers
nudging me to look here, buy that,
or become this ungodly thing.
To become something so bad
it can hardly be called human.
So I lift my eyes to You.
Using my veins as highways for their sinful work,
these clashing voices spread
through every cell in my skin
reverberating in my brain
sending mixed messages and injecting lies;
simply becoming clanging gongs and resounding cymbals.
So I lift my eyes to you.
Desperate to hear Your gentle voice,
I fall on my knees in this whirlwind of noise
Even as the winds whip my hair,
and the dirt stings my face
I pray despite it all.
Will You respond
As I lift my eyes to You?
10/10/14
Revised: 04/16/15
