Yours Not Mine (Unless with Yours)

Seek the LORD while he may be found,  
call upon him while he is near;  
let the wicked forsake their way,  
and the unrighteous their thoughts;  
let them return to the LORD, 
that he may have mercy on them,  
and to our God, 
for he will abundantly pardon.  
For my thoughts are not your thoughts,  
nor are your ways my ways, says the LORD.  
For as the heavens are higher than the earth,  
so are my ways higher than your ways
and my thoughts than your thoughts.
- Isaiah 55:6-9 





My thoughts get tangled in neurons, lost at dopamined synapses
frenzied as they striate my cerebrum and trip through my dreams

Your thoughts penetrate midnight in sublime linear streaks
and turn nighttime into stippled light and placid shade

My ways are a crapshoot with loaded dice mismatched 
so two always rolls with two and I go bust and martini drunk

Your ways are counterpoint and harmony that lull and then stun
with intervals and variations turning notes into soulful healing

Your thoughts are not my thoughts so the world is thought clear
mindfulness fills the cosmos and even my own skull-trapped mind

Your ways are not my ways so there may be a way yet to wade my way
through this river of crosses and freestyle to Ezekiel’s tree-lined shore