When Need a Voice: When Need the Mercy

Oh the silence, when need a voice; and oh the voice, when

Need the mercy. I died, love, a bullet wound; and rose,

Love, a spirit torn. So convoluted, my life; and so chaotic,

My light. What dares picture perfect: by what design; and

What dares the flame: by Father’s faith. I’m full—so many

Pangs; and dead—so many lives. I cried the Blood; and

Christ appeared: I died the Blood; and God appeared.

What distinction, such names; and what the root, such flame.

Oh the silence, when need a voice; and oh the voice, when

Need the mercy. I rose, love, a filthy valley; and died,

Love, the resurrection. Speak the word—my swimming

Eyes; and end the pain—my Swimming Lord. I wail and fly;

And fail and die: so much to live: so much to try; and feel the

Lord—if dare to die; and love the Blood: sail and fly.