Poetry

Someone Told Me

Someone told me Sundays If I got them right I would have sunshine All of my days But things don’t go as planned Days feel as if the light is banned Did the sunshine choose another place? Or did I get things wrong on Sundays? Someone told me goodness Is the secret to greatness And greatness is the best thing Life can give But I don’t feel so great Carrying this crazy weight Maybe life is more about being free? Maybe greatness isn’t for me? Where? O Where Do I run to? Whom? Whom Can I trust? To care for those in darkness To care for those who are not great To comfort those defaulted To love the rejected Like me Someone told me try more You really didn’t try You got things all wrong And you know why Yes, I know they’re right I chose the dark, not the light Maybe it had to be For me to see I can’t save me Where? O Where Do I run to? Whom? Whom Can I trust? To care for those in darkness To care for those who are not great To comfort those defaulted To love the rejected Like me

You said, Come to me
Just come to me
With your darkened heart
The failure that you are
Come, cause I’m inviting
Come, cause I’m accepting
Never mind what they say
Come be set free today
  “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.” Matthew 11:28