In The Sea Of Conscience.

It was a windfall they said,

It was nothing else

Nothing made sense any more,

but confusion and chaos.

If you could point a finger

at a moment of distress

it was when I was gone

when I was lost

then it must have been somebody else

that spoke through me.

Then I was in the maelstrom

I did what everybody else would do

what was expected of me

because I was taught to say

the words that were actually said.

That was only human, I said,

and to be human is to find

justification.

But then it was confusion

and mechanical motion

instinctive reaction

canned ordeal.

Now I take my shoes off

and approach the burning bush

and the fire that does not consume

does not burn but makes a glow.

There in the sea of conscience

you could look and see yourself

then ask forgiveness to your God

not the one before you

but the one you have become

transfigured in your holiness

the one that resurrects Himself

and renews every time you change your view.

Tomorrow you would not

want to wake up in the middle

of tomorrow’s fears

for tonight’s exhaustion

is what makes you what you are:

normal, mundane, ordinary

too tired or too afraid

to ask another question.

Alfred Grech

03-10-2019