Landlocked Conch Shell

 

I don’t know why I believe

That the world without a man

Would still have the look

Of being looked at

 

If all the ground is flesh

And ocean is your blood

I always knew you

But I don’t think I understood

 

I’m a landlocked conch shell

Carrying the sound of the waves,

I hear the ocean in myself

But I can’t reach the place

That always led me on

For proof of the dawn

I could never find during the night

 

I die to find your face

I try to defy your grace

The higher the climb

The higher the ledge

The more I give

The sweeter the death

 

What if I told you

The same Lazarus

Christ resurrected

Had died again?

Would being here at all

Be all you needed all along

Or would you still require

Some greater miracle?

 

So now I know the price of love:

A descending dove

That always leads to a death

To reveal life to live

But brings me back to the thought

Of if I’ll be caught when I fall

Of if my wonder outweighs

My desire to escape my pain

 

I die to find your face

I try to defy your grace

The higher the climb

The higher the ledge

The more I give

The sweeter the death