blind and deaf

my old age love, my urge to hear

a little music in human laughter

for my frail body to do my final dance

made me blind to the world’s taste

but what caused your blindness

making you bite the hand that fed

day and night as you were nestled 

in that heart you kick now to bleed

and what triggered a pile up of wax

to the point of deafness in your soul

too, stubbornly refusing an active feel

of my humanness, brokenness, my need

© henry victor            24.01.2018

am i faking

i do not want to talk to my self

and think i am talking to you
the Lord of the universe
whom i seek to love and serve!

there are two that i do not know

there are two that are always unclear
to me: my knowledge of you
and my knowledge of myself!

from this stems my not knowing

or, this exercise becoming unclear:
am i talking to you, or
is my prayer a mere self-talk!

i pray for more genuine prayer

where my talking reaches the ear
of that one who moves the world
speaking to me an audible word!

nothing weighty from you i need

except that you hear my pleas
with an assurance i am heard
and my talking is not worthless!

 Note: Photo credit to Mario Flores.