Come to My Senses – Live

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Come to My Senses

No words for right now

Looking for the Stillness

Neon lights, noise, the buzz of traffic

The cooling warmth of the evening’s air

God’s child lost, trapped in flesh

Reduced to begging

He and I are brothers

Adrift, disconnected, longing

Tempted to kill the Moments and sleep

I Need to come to my senses

They are far from me

The faster I move the further I drift

I seek the space which is too deep for words

I can’t smooth the waves with my hands

Nor find the way with my noisy mind

Ego insatiable, walks tired pathways

Dull, two dimensional

I need to come to my senses

They are far from me

12 thoughts on “Come to My Senses – Live”

  1. Can’t tell you how many times that very thought has crossed my mind when I’ve seen folks here in town begging for food. That we’re no different inside and that could just as easy be me. It really gives on pause for though. The band is growing! And my what a full sound they had that night. Really awesome job.

      • That’s a lot of instruments for your little mic to take in. When you say we are “blind to and refuse the abundance all around us…” to what, especially, are you referring?

        • The man begging lives in a community filled with food and opportunities and resources all around him. No one denies him anything he could not easily get for himself. Yet he looks to and is dependent on others to satisify what is his duty to himself. In the same way we who are already rich and blessed beyond measure from others what in the end only we can grant. We beg for approval or satisfaction, worth, identity, from others and remain as pityful on the inside as he appears on the out. We are moved sometimes by another’s struggle to act out of our own discomfort rather than love. But it is really fear of our own internal poverty masquerading as care. If I would have given him a cigarette or a dollar out of guilt or pity it would have been a sin against him. I would have in some small way assisted in his damnation. He is also gods child not an animal to be pitied. He like all of us must face our own begger.

  2. Thanks. Great for the senses = (Hebrews 5:13-14) But solid food belongs to those who are of full age, that is, those who by reason of use have their senses exercised to discern both good and evil.

    • Exactly. The book of hebrews was written to people who were under persecution from rome and still under the influence of an external priests and rules and physical sacrifice. They as children were disconnected from and thus ruled by external authority through their senses or flesh. Chapter five describes Jesus as a different kind of high priest who learned obedience and was called son. The incarnation, the coming of god to the senses and fully inhabiting the flesh was indeed the theme of that poem. If we don’t follow christ in coming to our senses and taking up our own priesthood we remain children. Good point.

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