Is. 61

Isaiah 61

I sometimes wonder if there is no greater prison

Than the one I’ve built around myself

I wonder if I have worn a mask for so long

That I cannot even recognize myself

I don’t realize who’s doing the thinking, the talking

Nor the acting

I’ve locked the doors, and never had a key

Or if I did, I’ve long lost it

Back in the dreams of my childhood

Now those are just mists over distant mountains

As I grab another chain and place it on my feet

I hear of a distant Wanderer

One who knows His way

Yet no one else ever knows

I wonder if I lifted my voice one time

Loud enough to shake the earth

I wonder if He would respond to the tremors

Or would He rather smell the scent of angels

Instead of darkened earth

And tattered flesh

I feel a nervous silence in the masking

I feel the chains cringe in the asking

I immediately know

A whisper released will raise the dust

Healing oil comes from the rust

While a fragrance of hope begins to fill the air

I just released a whisper there

For that is the only thing I ever had

The earth does tremor, but

It isn’t my voice that did it

Rather it was a distant roar

And then a rumbling of the running

Something, someone running

While the earth shakes

And the sunlight comes through the cracks of the wall

The shaking is breaking my prison

Suddenly I am quite afraid

What am I supposed to do when I get out of here?

It seems this is the only place I have ever known

Who am I supposed to be when I am released?

It seems this the only way I have ever known

The rumbling is now an earthquake

I can’t even stand on my feet

And the last thing I remember

Is everything I’ve known collapsing all around me…

And the smell of Love…

K, Duane Carter 2-18-12