Resignation

Out of reach
Out of touch
Is that creation
In his hand
I long for
I shall wait
for raining miracles
to grace my windows
of faith
of bliss
of passion
I won't fall
into foolish acts
from disgraceful egos
sacrificing blinding heat
from my core
never the ONE
speaking in tongues
to save this soul
that vicariously repents
during inept solitude
light is dark
when caste in fear
but words like prayers de mystify
obscure sentiments
intense indignation
lust and urges alike
renounce my spirit
In cascading water
and baptize me with vitality
my will divine
my breath eager
for transitions
into sanctity

M.Peña