This is reworked piece I wrote a few years back.
Lead Me In This Madness
Grant me what I cannot hold
for its revealing intoxicates.
With your breath you have spun me,
tossed me toward this dusted bowl
from sheer heights, only
to bid me climb once more
these perilous peaks.
Left weary and restless,
I hear your words,
though known, unknown.
I strain to hold this offering,
willing to be hurled down
and then, again, climb higher still.
Lead me firmly in this madness.
Breathe that I might be spun and hurled.
Bid me come and I will come
and hear your words,
though known, unknown.
© Rachelle
