The Journey Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Violent dreams in the tempest gate
Two visions meet like a hurricane
Cain and Abel, paradise lost
A double-minded man tossed

Lust is a bloody sword unsheathed
Divided nature hidden beneath
Defiled with pride, wrapped in chains
The battle rages on every page

Pompous temples sold for gold
The wilderness is lonely and cold
Dressed in poise shallow and hollow
Conscience is a compass we follow

Meaning shines like a newborn friend
Death appears in dark lament
Funerals and tears shatter illusions
Pain wakes our sleeping delusions

Time will never stop its marching hand
Hope cannot survive on surface sand
No roots grow in the glitter and gold
Beauty fades and everything exposed

No where to run nothing too lose
The soul is truly a place of refuge
Oblivion cannot stop the lion of light
I stare at the wondrous stars tonight

Caravans of searchers seeking too trust
All that I am returns back to the dust
Into the desert where sinners must go
There in the wise stars I see my soul

The journey home is truly within