In all things I come to you
because you fill me with light
& my heart is dark
& now I am weighed down with carnivorous plight.
My mind is vexed with judgments
& I cannot see past my own eyes
For a foggy brainstorm of prejudices
& cavernous lies
Have taken hold of what is rightfully yours
It is the time of dime
the priest in me enshrined
the scholar in me lost
& hallowed in books throughout all time.
But I still cannot hear your voice
I never saw your burning bush
Yet I still kneel at your alter
& I know that I am a renegade son
Attempting to push
my way through this world into heaven.
I am going through hell
burning, working, twenty-four-seven
scratching more pennies than quarters
struggling, losing more dollars,
& I would do anything to win
But the gamble snatched me at the collar
& I had to learn the hard way
That I cannot buy my way in to your home.