Fulfillment.

And I felt the holy spirit, tugging at my arm
saying "Come on. Come on. We have to be going."
I moved in shock and wonder.
I'd never felt her grasp on my wrist until then.
So I smiled and I cried.
And the tears dried themselves as I walked.
The days before so laden with heaviness.
We stood silent in the night before that,
our eyes wide and lost inside them.
Broken and deserted, we sacrificed our lives
to the idols of the night time and self proclaiming
healers.
But the tug on my wrist now is the only healing
I know can be present in me anymore.
My chest is full, and in time with my breath, I think the holy spirit
is the only thing it has room for anymore.
We try to find what we're looking for
in pages and faces.
But we can't find it here , no.
We all look for redemption in our good deeds.
And we pay for it.
But the only price redemption has
is our souls looking upward.
My souls looking upward now.
God, save it. Save it please.
Drowning is no fun and the waters filling
up my lungs.
I can't breathe anymore.
If I follow the holy spirit
tugging on my arm, God,
will you be there where she takes me?