Joseph Narusiewicz

(9/29/50 / So St Paul, Minnesota)

A Deep Love


Sighs sweep the legends forward
Cries of the deep mind dying
The stage dismantled
Slowly leaving the documented
To the end I cling to thee
For dreams are seldom heavenly
The shattered earth is what we know
I too am a guilty dreamer

Come toward me once again
Bring your son, bring your friend
Journey with noble intent
Teach me to let it all go
Such a lusty man I am
Lift your dress for I am deep
Talk of God and of light
I want to believe

Walk with me toward the stars
Never pretentious
Aware of our precarious path
Some how hopeful still within reach
Searching like Jacob
Awakened like the prodigal son
I have laid in many arms
I have scowled and ran

Now I seek a deep love

Submitted: Saturday, June 09, 2012

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