to whom does one go now?
screaming into the silent endlessness;
there was no answer.
to whom does one cling?
what are the new absolutes?
old truths now as rotting caverns;
even colors look different now.
am i finally awake now?
for decades a sleeping giant?
if I could find a solid place for my feet,
if only just large enough upon which to stand.
is there anything in the universe to help me?
I know where to go now
I know what to cling to
I’m no longer screaming
No more sleeping giant
I am fully awake
Eyes wide open
I know where I’m standing now
I know where to get the help I need
Love is what was left
Love is what I’m calling home now
Love is what is real
::words to a silent god::