Poem: "Frequency"

My computer crashed recently (woe is me) and I have no way to publish my poems on my website: http://www.PoetryInProgress.net , therefore I have come back to my blog which I haven't visited or edited in quite a while.

Two poems I have written recently express some spiritual issues that are, as this blog suggests, "below the surface." Poetry is the best way for me to express this stuff. It tends to keep me from being pedagogical or preachy... hopefully.

Frequency
By Glenn Currier

A million departures

into the web
into the evening
in which NCIS, and Idol
are no Masterpiece,
the bad news -
tornadoes ripping

onto the streets
crawling with anger
dotted with wreckage
of a day packed with urgency.

My writing sponged from the blood
of ruptured intentions
reeks of rubble
washed ashore
from God knows where.

What delusion
snares me into thinking
I find you here?

You say:
"Come back to me
I did not abandon you
in your dogged run.
Don’t try
to outrun me.
You think your escape
in all directions
has no direction.
Stop and listen.
Hear my strains
in the pitch of plumeria
in the sweating of elm
the small silences of summer.

All you need
is to tune
to my frequency."