This life is in your hands
I do not know
what to do
nor where to go,
here, in this asylum of insanity.
A well of peace and love
fills me to my core
and, there,
only there,
is my knowledge certain
for that is where You are.
I have no desire
to be a part of this world.
It sets limits upon me,
holds me chained and bound,
bottles the song of my soul,
obstructs the light of my heart.
Sane among the madness
I flounder
for who can see a flower
when their eyes behold
only a desert?
I care not for what they think of me
nor how they perceive my being
the mad are blind
to any sane reality.
I do not want to be a part,
I do not want to dwindle,
fall away, or be assimilated.
I do not want any of it at all.
A greater force
lives within me
a soul spiralling upwards
to its rightful heritage
of glory and perfection
perfect peace and eternal love.
I am as You created me
and ever will I strive
to be true to that.
This world is a mad illusion
but I,
I am no dream.

D. Bartash
© 1997