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TITLE: Cloister Me and Set Me Free | Previous Challenge Entry
By LINDA GERMAIN
08/10/11
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Send me to a convent or a secret island place
Take me from life’s heap where I do not want to be
To the place I seek of quiet dignity and peace
Oh, please…you must… before I fail and cease

Let me swim and drink in waters crystal clear
And rest on leaves pungent with fresh green
And hear sweet bird calls or feel the hug of sun to warm my shaking soul
And make me whole

Leave exploding things, incessant blares and rings
Take my phone…and every screen
Show me fruit that drips with what I need to keep me strong
Make me forget old words and teach me lyrics to a better song

Unchain me from the silly games with ungodly rules I do not know
Relieve the guilt of decisions based on bad advice I could have found out for myself
But didn’t even try which makes me cry and cry and cry…until I’m spent
Now I repent

Then dry my tears and set me back on paths that truly go some place
Renew me inside out and delete the clutter hoarded in my house and in my heart
That weighs me down and tells me lies and keeps me on a pointless jog
To run in place—this futile race

Make me so transparent there’d be no doubt what I’m about
The world should see a certain glow I can’t contain that bubbles out and takes them in
Until they know just what I know and what is real (I’m sick of fake)
What does it take?

Like the frog who didn’t feel the temp was rising in the pot he sat
In what he thought was cool but slowly cooked his goose and then too late
He couldn’t leave and so succumbed to die because, like life in human terms,
He became too mesmerized and more than that…desensitized

A birthday came and went today…I gave a slight salute to mark that time
But really what I plead for now, before my body leaves this earth, is true re-birth
That makes me seek the healthy things of God and not mortal infection
Please let me see myself…in sober, honest, true reflection

Deliver me from TV ads and shows so fraught with dirt and slime,
Negate the words of talking heads, some full of bile behind the smile
But primed to make us lean away from light and into subtle darkness
Where what we thought was clean is now obscene

Set me on a higher plane, free from self and what I thought was life
Give to me to contemplate and ponder on pure genuine
The only show not on my set--REALITY--steeped in depth and love
Composed and right so I may walk sincerely in serenity

I’m sorry, Lord, it took so long to ask for You to meet me somewhere fresh
And soothing to my core, to beg for more of You--less of the world and me
Your invitations were ever at my door but what I failed to see
Is that they always end R.S.V.P.

Restore my spirit as I rest…make me be Your best of best
Recharge my strength, reset my call
Until I learn please bring me down and keep me low and use me Lord
Just hold me close, until I heal, then send me out… but never let me go

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