Curtain's Tear

Confusion is not a 

state 

I desire.  

I have not the time 

to wonder

and 

wander.

No time to play games

that cause perplexing dismay. 

To play games that get

carried away. 

I've far too much sense. 

Could never be that dense. 

So few

the moments

of a day. 

Far too precious 

each moment

to fritter 

away

lost in confusion. 

Not knowing the way. 

I follow the Son. 

He keeps it clear. 

His shining light

gets me

there.

Shining through

the curtain's tear.