Within My Bones
I pray to stay honest within my bones
until a known hangman knots up his noose
I know my faith will shine and cut me loose
without the sound of miserable groans.
To quietly await the day I die
with ox and plow still at my Father’s side
with constant vigilance remained Hawk eyed
now tired and ready without tear of sigh.
Please leave me here at this house with its priests
if I die now I die when I desire
already feel love through the straining on.
In morning arousing these sleeping beasts
remembering spark from St. Elmo’s Fire
or studies of the movements of a Swan.
The day nature crushes Earth together
to destroy garden and every seed
all plants are precious even those we weed
my faith will never falter or wither.
Wherever my hope is I shall prevail
to hold onto a little discipline
or behaving as proper citizen
to witness local wood lands toss and wail.
A frantic movement to this madness dance
all wounds open like glacier plowing earth
the moment when we stare into the sun.
My end recognized by a single glance
and nostalgic memories of my birth
a chance to regain my breath after run.
My hold on shore has cast me out to sea
on vessel made from a foreign design
an ancient Nordic Viking fishing line
a man in his wilderness asked for me.
To come when I hear my Father’s music
offer my services of faith and love
my Father looking down on me above
to play each colorful chord acoustic.
To graciously accept this direction
the miracle is we are more than man
but spirits slaved by chance and freed by wind.
These thoughts are now free from alteration
I serve my master the best I can
and pray this journey is as disciplined.
I will be gone faster than light or time
a dedication to unpathed waters
these unread words written by lost scholars
each heartbreak’s misery an uphill climb.
A dedication to undreamed of shore
no longer to shake off my miseries
instead to move beyond life’s mysteries
my stories lost amongst all ancient lore.
To where a new prosperity awaits
this time I will not hide under my hat
but embrace Father with holy embrace.
I no longer will play cards with the fates
or try to sit where greater men have sat
instead move on with little bit of grace.
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