and I break

[taechay]

and still I do not seem to understand
this reality
that I am in joy and ache
feeling like an odd idea
that tugs at my mind

Lord, leave me within salvation
even when I walk in freedom
even when this seems enough
for a while,
when the wind blows me in the face
on this way past the smiles of the girls
fleeing from my mother's care
from my father's deeds
but can I walk past your brethren?
can I walk past those who I shall love?

Lord, I know you
but why do I so often not realize?
that I speak to YOU, the Creator
I cannot foresee a thing
the wisdom of the elders
is discipline
I know my place
since I do not know myself

and I break
because it has to happen