Rooted in love,
My gaze is fixed on you
And my arms are stretched out still.
He doesn't need an idol
Worshiping the air that
Carries thoughts and images
Uninvited to the center of this home.
The head is the source of direction
And so it leads the way,
But home is where the heart is.
And you have my heart.
I'm torn, I'm torn
Disected, torn apart
The body must be whole
While the eye is single to Love
Rooted deep in mystery
Revealed only in truth
And so I nearly drown
Trying to soak up the evidence
As it presents itself.
But, stop! I see a photo
That reveals a smile
I thought was gone
The trick is to keep
It is smiling like the sun
So I must not displease.
