Wednesday, December 13, 2006

Chaos Haunts The Ground

Chaos haunts the ground, scattered across my feet like shards of glass
Glass of no discernible pattern, mocking in its incompleteness
Chaos that brings the ugly dream; waking in the night to my own divide
A man with a bullet hole in his head, lying on the pavement, dying in my arms
Time Out

Christmas decorations around my house
Christmas songs across the air
One murders another to seek a gift for one loved?
Chaos haunts the ground, scattered across my feet like shards of glass.

Searching for freedom from the obligation of the day
Hoping to rest; just to breathe the season without anxiety
Tradition tugging at my coat, its voice insistent
My mind haunted by the vision of the lady living under the bridge in a cardboard box
Tears in her eyes and I left her there

On my knees working with the Creator
Searching for freedom from the obligation of each day
Something in the heart of me is telling me
Chaos walks the ground, scattered across my feet like shards of glass.

Shadows move across the ceiling while I lie awake
The lady under the bridge
The man with a hole in his brain
Christmas decorations around my house
Christmas songs across the air

I want to go home and fill my head with perfect sound
Sailing across blue water, blue sky above, a loving voice in my ear
No sleep and no fear
No memory
Time Out


Blogger Reach said...

Beautifully written and incredibly choreographed is how I found this piece.

I sometimes think of glass windows as offering a view of what it protects us from in the form of damaging elements. As the glass breaks, the shielding is removed from our view. Of this post, I wonder if the author's mind is dealing with emotions of a past as it sets forth a pattern of healing in becoming whole.

Or, maybe that is just where my mind is, of late-


December 13, 2006 at 2:25 PM  
Blogger Seven said...

Well understood. Memories of hate and people dying in my arms coupled with the joy and promise around me. It can be confusing and mentally chaotic. And yes, I pray it is about healing. Thanks for being here.

December 13, 2006 at 2:34 PM  
Blogger Enemy of the Republic said...

My goodness, that is just lovely.

December 13, 2006 at 5:05 PM  
Blogger Seven said...

Thank you. Your comments and compliments are very meaningful to me. Wishing you peace.

December 13, 2006 at 5:49 PM  
Blogger Jenn said...

Seven - Sometimes, it's the balance that's hard. And prayers are raised for your peace.

December 13, 2006 at 8:21 PM  
Blogger Seven said...

Love ya back.

December 13, 2006 at 8:35 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

That is powerful. So emotionally stirring. I'm emotionally rung out, and this about did me in. :') some days just pass by easier than others.

December 14, 2006 at 3:08 PM  
Blogger Seven said...

I just opened a vent hole or two that is centered around the paradoxes of police work and family life in the holiday season...sure didn't mean to impact in a negative way. I hope your sis is better??
I'm sending a hug to make you feel better.

December 14, 2006 at 6:20 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

So powerful- beautiful...

"on my knees working with the Creator"

Indeed you do~
Thank you...

December 14, 2006 at 9:34 PM  
Blogger Seven said...

Mayden V
Lovely to have you and thank you.

December 14, 2006 at 9:38 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Nice, Seven.
Joyful weekend to you.

December 15, 2006 at 1:30 PM  
Blogger Seven said...

Thanks buddy, and wishing the same for you.

December 15, 2006 at 3:09 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

a beautiful, well written piece that summarizes so well the paradoxical life we endure.

i was led here by a certain mayden ... best wishes for 2007.

December 21, 2006 at 6:13 PM  
Blogger Seven said...

Thank you PR. My best to you as well.

December 22, 2006 at 8:16 AM  

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