he gone mad

it is a gift of grace 
as he kneels 
bowing down to his asking
as he pleads to his divine time

no one knew his ways
that brought him to this worship
for he has walked to many distances 
to come to this

there were times in his passages
he fought for rights so denied
scars can show his wars upon him

his today
is a disturbance to his mind 
as tracks upon tracks shifts like a train
so runs in thoughts to reality

some say he is mad
others say an act 
as day by day he now search
to find what Love is left to his life 

as he listen well  
as they appear one by one
by many unsteady steps like a dance

some not practical to his daily worship
for he question the right of his peace 
as he fall into a sleep
uncontrolled to his understanding
of morals as the quality of self dies
into a blindness of many