POEM # 18
DISARM TO ARM
Why am I dressed in black?
With a large cross on my back/
Walking this hot burning road,
Eyes sparkle shine and explode.
From here to there to nowhere,
Bald, blind, desperate to care.
Is my heart mine, or is it yours?
Are sins on my lap after tours?
God are you in the unmarked sky?
Darkened by blackbirds flying by.
Why no light, no white line to see?
Marching towards eternity by me.
Disarm take the dark shadow away,
Pleading arm the light, show the way.
Written by Carl Mann