BRIDGE TO HEAVEN

At the garden of gethsemane, It became real to me, Three times, I asked that the cup be taken away Yet that his will be done I tasted and felt the darkness encircling me And their sins becoming one with me Yet I looked beyond and saw the glory ahead Darkness truly had no clue…

The Long Road Home

It’s dark here. The curtains are masks Protecting me from the mess in this place The bed smells of sex and cheap wine The floor is strewn with dirty clothes Last night’s meal found solace on the bathroom floor A bible, long forgotten lay in the corner Ghosts of memories past filter through Cracks in…