The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Teach Me to Hear your Jesus Call

Who in the world have I?
Not a mother's wombed to leap inside
No lover's embrace
Only empty lonely visions
of lonely visions
empty of
Love's
joyous
call to
me my
Lord
lest
I die
before the morning sun
returns.

Waves of mourning
beat my breast
crush my ribs
my
your
Am I vein
or air in an empty
ex-
hale
the Lord, righteous King!

How can his dead eyes
grimly stare into my
heart
pierce my soul
extract my being
and still
love
what
I never
could create
nor desire
to create
myself.

I am so tired
of my insanity
of the pluralism
of my heart
When shall my
heart strings
snap, sever
scream in
anguish
Am I already
destined for Hell?


I want
the fallacy
of my thought
to evaporate
from my sanctity.

I cry for justice
under Jesus Christ
the broken, bloody body
buried before me.
Why must I fight all
heavens powers
from my
wasted heart
shrinking, unstretched
and aching for
Love.

Help me
teach me wisdom, your
	coveted mistress
Who bore the erath
and was born of earth
Teach me to hear your Jesus call
Teach me to hear your Jesus call!
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