Broken Worship (March 98)

I walk the streets
Confused as to what I should be doing
I look around at all the people
Pushing and smiling
Towards their sense of purpose
While on the inside
I stand on the edge of brokeness and tears
wanting to cry in the gutter
And break my vase of nard over your feet
But in the peoples eyes
I sense the need to put my fingers in the cracks
And force a broad grin
Convincing my reflection
That I know what kind of man I am

Fragments (13/11/1997)

I communicate in fragments
Between drowning gulps of pain
Calling frantically between the waves
Desperate to hear my name
I stay focused on the tightrope
Being careful not to fall
And occasionally, I throw a hurting glance
In the window of someones soul
Im searching for approval
For an a ssurance that, "your ok"
And in that brief and searching moment
I see they are hurting just the same
i communicate in fragments
Stabbing pain through wounded walls
With a rusty nail, I chip away
To connect with other souls
I communicate in fragments
Though not sometimes as it seems
When i catch the gleam in eyes of joy
That are free to share their dreams
I communicate in fragments
With the eternal lovers gaze
Following in the dark, the sparkling trail
Of fragments of His Grace