Nothing For Everything
Everything but the sin,
the string grows quite thin,
stretched over the fire,
supporting the weight of humanity.
There's tears in my eyes.
I'm just wondering why,
I left my life behind to labor
on this island?
Everything but the right things,
like the apple that is ripening,
to fall to the ground.
Nothing but the seed is bound.
Lord, you lead me away from myself,
to a place and time that is far from me.
All the pressures of this life,
the loneliness and pain,
fall away from me like uneaten fruit on the ground,
letting go of the seed that was bound.
In a whirlwind of confusion,
through the storm of my humanity, there shines a light,
a ray of compassion unfolding
in the heart of me,
like flowers blooming in the spring surviving the fury of wintertime.
In a world where the love's grown cold,
Lord, your love has warmed this life of mine.
Washed and watered by the rain,
raised up in the sun.
planted by your loving hands,
for the harvest yet to come.
Though the fruitfulness of my years
are taken away and laid to rest.
I can feel the power of your
resurrection calling me,
Jesus, my Lord.
P. J. Campise
