There lingers this intense, insatiable desire
I am drawn to a fountain to quench my parched earth
Here, where given birth, felt the ultimate high: a hyperfixation
It gnaws at me to return to that effervescent fountain where I luxuriated
I was designed to pursue you as every fiber of my being aggressed
I tasted and saw that you are better than good, sweeter than honey
I am no good when not addicted to love, to worship, to life
Yet, once predestined to live eternally, an obstacle reared its ugly head
I am wretched, no good for another efflux resides in me
Who shall deliver me from its baleful presence, a body of death
My predilection for addiction pursued even when I attempted to turn away
Constantly longing to dwell on one good thing, vain in the hope of finding
Like all that was delivered, still, hopefully, waiting to be delivered
Only to find that I'm not alone on this path driven by who I am
What I was made for can only be satisfied by returning to my Center
My truth now revealed, vulnerable to it, I humbly lay at One's Feet
In me, this wretched man trapped in a barren land
In here, there dwells no good thing at hand
To flee from your presence is my demand
Hell and the grave here at my command
Chris G Peters were born on the most southerly gem in the necklace of islands spanning the Caribbean Sea. Here where the sun shines differently and set as though kissing the horizon, where coral reefs blooms, surf greets the sand, musical rendition of waves pounding the shore. A salty mist is in the air and the verdant beauty of nature abounds everywhere. Learn more.