by Nick Andrea
Reduced to rubble on the floor,
All my ambitions, schemes, formulas for success –
attempts to do it alone –
Having hit the brick wall of futility.
And I remember
That I can’t do this alone,
I just can’t.
I need God,
I need the One Within,
Like the flute needs the breath,
Like the birds need the sky,
Like the plants need the rain.
Oh Inner One
I am utterly helpless and broken.
Lest I wither and die
like a rose in the desert
Forgive me, and let me hear Your Voice again.