At the Asylum

Don't look for me to return
Any time soon, I am where I belong
The world cannot stand to hear my words
My voice is an irritant
My views are wrong
So I write on the walls
And speak my own name
Over and over and over
And again
But the words keep coming
And the world is still there
And all I am
Remains

The Message

Living water
Found in a desert
Bread of life
Locusts and wild honey
A meal for a Nazarean
Nothing but the desert earth
To live upon
And the Jordan river
To sait the thirst
One would come
Ready to call
One was ready
Set to deliver
Found in a desert
The baked ground
Of Eden’s waste land
Somehow fit
For a king of heaven
Let alone, king of men
One would enter
The water of the Jordan
And another would pour
The water upon him
And the spirit of God
Would descend
And God become
Man
Would be baptised
Ready now
For his message to send




Behold, I send My messenger before Your face, who will prepare Your way before You