The odd bird chirps
The hum of a distant lawn mower resonates
Sun filters through the trees
A plane paints lines in the sky
a leaf drops
a bird flies
I close my eyes.
Friday, January 30, 2009
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Camel Knees
Everything in me I try to conceal
I know you can see, an open reveal
Down to the floor I kneel
Words from my tongue come
like 8mm film from a reel
These words are how I feel
My fate I think they'll seal
Forgive me and we'll
be in devotion
moving slow motion
love deeper than the ocean
eternity together is the deal.
I know you can see, an open reveal
Down to the floor I kneel
Words from my tongue come
like 8mm film from a reel
These words are how I feel
My fate I think they'll seal
Forgive me and we'll
be in devotion
moving slow motion
love deeper than the ocean
eternity together is the deal.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Daydream
I pause next to a window sill
Time slows, then satnds still
The grass is chrystalised in morning dew
I day dream of me and you.
I long for a connection but hesitate to ask,
Would I recognize myself if I dropped this mask?
Maybe on a sunlit beach, through hot sand
we would be safe walking hand in hand.
A pinch brings my vision to light
a misquitoe floats away like a kite.
Time slows, then satnds still
The grass is chrystalised in morning dew
I day dream of me and you.
I long for a connection but hesitate to ask,
Would I recognize myself if I dropped this mask?
Maybe on a sunlit beach, through hot sand
we would be safe walking hand in hand.
A pinch brings my vision to light
a misquitoe floats away like a kite.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Farewell
I recall the last time I got to kiss you
Suddenly, off you ran, such an issue
all my tears are dried with a damp tissue
Each one reminds me that I miss you
Suddenly, off you ran, such an issue
all my tears are dried with a damp tissue
Each one reminds me that I miss you
Monday, January 26, 2009
coastline
I stand where the water meets the shore.
Here I feel rest.
Here in this secret place, I feel him in this place.
The ocean breeze,
The blowing mist.
The waves crashing and the sand whispering.
Here in loveliness and brokeness I meet Him.
selah
.....That the hand that made all of this.....
....made these hands of mine....
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Prayer
The secrets of my heart were written on the passing clouds and falling rain,
Grasped only by a cherubs wing to be lifted and whispered in the ear of God
His flaming spirit will promptly tear elements asunder
to answer, my cry with causing even a slight thunder
to answer, my cry with causing even a slight thunder
Entering my soul before the last heart string breaks
he connects the invisible dots to read my mind
he touches my soul and make me whole inside
This divine intermission tantalizes me with wonder;
Your beauty, it astounds me
as your love, it slowly surrounds me.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Beyond the Veil
Beyond the veil, the mysteries that we need, the secrets that we want.
Beyond the veil the hope that we’ve heard of the salvation we need.
The peace that will bless us the bliss it contains, all of it found beyond the veil.
A rip in the curtain a tear through the fabric , a presence now felt, the veil lay broken.
Beyond the veil the hope that we’ve heard of the salvation we need.
The peace that will bless us the bliss it contains, all of it found beyond the veil.
A rip in the curtain a tear through the fabric , a presence now felt, the veil lay broken.
Friday, January 23, 2009
Crimson Solace
In the world I was buried,
I was a slave. Contention.
I was so lost, anger, fear.
Then I found this Crimson solace.
In the mercy of the blood shed from his flesh.
Christs blood, there I found this Crimson solace.
I was a slave. Contention.
I was so lost, anger, fear.
Then I found this Crimson solace.
In the mercy of the blood shed from his flesh.
Christs blood, there I found this Crimson solace.
Labels:
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Thursday, January 22, 2009
Wondering
Isit in the dark
yellow light spills into my room
I allude to some vague image of you,
try to lift myself from the gloom.
Endless things arise, I ty to construe.
yellow light spills into my room
I allude to some vague image of you,
try to lift myself from the gloom.
Endless things arise, I ty to construe.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Fear and Trembling
What are these pews but bars?
Holding us in. Quelling our angst.
What are these movements but rhythms?
What are our songs but noise,
with an estranged heart.
These bright lights will harden my soul.
Will the stained glass swallow me whole?
Could I step into the grass and sing, dance, pray?
Without a sword on a thread above my head?
Will I follow the Lamb of God to his home?
Come let us go there now.
Vista
Staring at snow through frost
the boy scrapes at the pane
in hope of finding where he is lost.
A flash and all to him is revealed
The revelation made him feel older.
He nearly comprehended what was concealed
but the freezing glass turned him the cold shoulder.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Nature
Monday, January 19, 2009
The Arrival
When Love comes
Does it inquire of circumstance?
Does it wait for reality?
Is it to be rejected?
With held?
Love picks rusty locks.
Love scrubs away apathy.
Its a blessing from God above.
Embrace it.
Does it inquire of circumstance?
Does it wait for reality?
Is it to be rejected?
With held?
Love picks rusty locks.
Love scrubs away apathy.
Its a blessing from God above.
Embrace it.
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