poetry session

Weary Souls

Allowing you

To enter into

My presence

Ever since

Your newest attempt

At renewal

Has caught my interest

And listless intelligence

Attentiveness is lacking

Responsiveness is asking

For discernment to take place

Your being possesses

Such quiet grace

And creeps in my moment of weakness

Just to save face

Although

I’m thoroughly aware

Of where this road could lead

I seek for

And beseech Lord

Grant me

Supplementary serendipity

Or rather

Assisted lucidity

My heart breaks

And is tired and weary

I sense that yours is too

And seeks for some healing

So

Come

Gather your tired bones

Enter into my warmth

And rest your weary

On my soul

-j.sanjuan