Brokenness

There is no black and white
anymore. Everything is gray
as I wade through Indecision.

I do not remember how to pray.
My knees now fail to bend.
Desperate hands forget how to fold.

The words no longer form in
my effete heart, nor do they
pour forth from my mute mouth.

Emptiness reaching out, searching
beyond a sacred scripture, for a
faith larger than taught words.

Malignant desires, like invasive
vines, overtopping the forest.
Choking out all natural beauty.

Frenetic lives cluttered with
belongings, void of any true value.
Broken beings in need of healing.

An urge to be filled. A question
to be answered. A new spiritual
awakening rising from within.
Broken no more.