Growing pains

  Fighting back a surge of emotions, holding back thoughts and feelings that flee with times intensity. There must be something in this hornets nest that can be drawn out, that can be expressed and articulated. My mind is a torn net catching up the refuse of a broken levee, pouring over the landscape of my city of flight. The words cascade recklessly down, reason breaking reasons founded on sand. Truth covering, Truth saturating, Truth filling and settling down on my home. 
     This house that sin built, canopy covering the sky, blocking out the Natural light, so that what has life must die. I did not build, but inherit, this rich city buttressed by pride. Generation after generation has cursed their father for their toil, yet all built and all died. All work to build their kingdoms, sovereign lords in a land of shadow. Sovereign lords with but one Transcendent foe. Generation after generation cries out in my heart, I cry too.  Cursed men, working on cursed lands, for cursed gain never see their work through.  Must I walk in my birth fathers footsteps, must my lot be an addition to this misshapen maze, megalomaniacs monstrosity, a teetering expression of the man's majesty. Always supported by another false wall, our proverbial house of cards crafted with shaky and uncertain hands must fall. 
     Sapiently savage, diametrically at odds with mans soundness, we call You a fool.  Your floodtide is gasoline, your word a consuming fire.  Rock of Ages, could cause a spark, to ignite the funeral pyre.   
      Burn away, the canopy that blocks out the Sun, Burn away the old city to which men often run. Burn away all of me till Your will alone be done.  May this smoking sacrifice rise up a fragrant scent to You. May my life bring glory to your name in all that I do. May the old things truly pass away, as I behold all things, all new.