This poem comes from my book: Poetics: An Exercise in Theoria.
You should buy the paper-back...because it's beautiful, and real books are better than digital 😁 -- https://a.co/d/g5WrV9R
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I published this on Youtube as, “Into the dark I go; How do I let you die?” If you want to listen while you read, click here: https://youtu.be/ZGWAx4AH8pE
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Welcome to The Meaning of Worship
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Into the dark I go; How do I let you die?
Into the dark I go,
millions of miles from
Home,
In a room full of people,
surrounded by family,
but I’m still standing
Alone.
Retreat and repeat the
journey into the place
where light and dark
Meet;
The bridge of chaos and
song; Harmony’s broken
strings sound all wrong.
Into the dark I dive, not
wondering if I will
Survive,
But wondering if the me
who left is the same who
will be revived.
“I’m alive, I’m alive, I’m
Alive.”
‘Yet not for long,’ sings
the ancient song.
To live I must die.
Is it here that I say
Goodbye?
[to my Jesus, to my
Everything]
I don’t know if I can, no
matter how hard I try.
What does it mean to
Forget?
How am I supposed to
run this race with no
Regret?
How are we sent into the
great by and by?
How do l let “my Jesus”
fade into oblivion,
and let my self die?
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“don’t worry about me,
I’m good at coming back
to life.
I’m alive,
I’m alive,
I’m alive.”
