Inspired by a beautiful friend of mine (poet/artist/singer/photographer)


Alchemy’s Thorn
(Response to “Alchemy” – by: Lorrie Guess)


“…I’m too young to feel this old…”

Church bells clangor with praise
as I sit behind pews and cry for you,
waiting for the Word to touch my
feebl’d & lonely heart with spirit
long ‘nough to need of you

I sit… cry… ask and wonder,
“Is this house of worship the home
where I wish to love her in?”

It’s so reverently warm yet so unsuspectingly cold,
why must this feeling
leave me so effaced and unaffected;
why You send me a promising youth but
leave my happiness to grow wretchedly old!

Melodies ring in my bowed head
with noise of discomfort and fret ,
I sit… cry… and wonder:

“Is this house of worship the home
where I wish to love her in;
will I reconcile my heart aches with earnest
heart beats, will I ever again knead
to need of her?”

Tears running down my pining
face, I look up in skepticism and ask:
“Why must You tease me with an
abandoned youth; am I to grow
like Your wintry seasons…
cold and bitter, better yet
numb to unwantingly old!?”


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