Crown Carrier's Retreat
The King's been crowned,
Everybody flocks around
As if they've been there the whole
Danged
Time,
Hiking and laboring
Over dry desert rocks
With sharp edges
That cut the gossamer
Between spirit and soul.
There they all are hovering
Around the King,
Many of them buzzing each other--
Making plans for parties,
Forming in to parties--
So they can later
Stab
Each other in the back
As they vie for position and status.
I'm a no-account party,
Being useless now that I brought
The King His Crown.
Well...let the tears fall...
Retreat back to my broken
Hermitage,
They'll abandon the King soon enough
And He knows His Heart
Always has a resting place
On that old bench swing
With the cracked boards
On my heart's weathered porch.
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