Sometimes like a vessel that just gets filled
I have to stay up late and pay my bills.
Open my heart all across the page
and let the pains and fears and love come rage.
Here, where the evening waits with me,
my family's breathing is love indeed.
And I'm here in a poet's home
with dusty memories and my heart, alone.
Oh, God, why did you give me these feelings here
so I ache from love and the passing years.
You gave me this vision and a hungry heart,
so I'm a mystic, a lover, and a father; part.
And here am I astride my years
stumbling from blindness and my gaping fears.
So, I bow my head and say, "Let the wind take all."
I will seek the truth behind it all,
even as I hear the sweet ground's call.
gallagher
5 May 85
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —