Sunday, November 22
Hold the Tongue
When might the people of our family in humanity,
Instead of using choice sarcasm for piercing and degradation,
Hold the tongue and fight the words of death?
Those words which blacken the heart and cast a veil of locusts over hope –
They come from a place of self-loathing, guilt,
A land called “The Loss of All Meaning.”
Lift up! The hearts of the people are in need and will soon perish.
Tear away the shadows from our eyes, oh God.
When parent rebukes child for a gaze casted upon love,
When elders shower youth with trivial idols and poisonous thoughts,
When the root of the heart desires to strangle the spirits of the people,
Ask, ask – in whom is sustenance exposed?
The foundations yield shifty paths for the foot,
We cannot walk here, please, we cannot walk here.
The sympathies of the masses do not appropriate wisdom nor humility.
Within the institution of family, the mind quivers until it goes numb.
All that was ever important, hidden in the heart of the people.
All this time, hidden in the heart of the people.
I come before Him tonight with sadness and gladness.
I realize now what a tender time that was – with the light shining in.
Thank You for loving Your people richly, truthfully, boldly.
You set apart what has rotted black – it leans against Your blinding beauty,
So that the contrast may be well seen.
You calm the anxious waters within the mind.
You calm the shuddering hands and give rest to each soul.
You are faithful in prayer. Lift up! The heart is turned toward the sun.
When I awake, my worries have melted away –
The Sender of messages to the sleeper.
What peace You gift the sinful human.
Since long ago the impatience stirs, forgetting the possibility of peace.
My spirit lies shredded and ripped, left as nothing,
Under great goodness and mercy.
If all I have is You, I have everything.
You grant knowledge with both heart and mind.
Enabling minds, understanding what is true and what is false.
Made with the joy of a child – humility full as the ocean.
Labels: On Believing What We Do Not Have To Belive
Monday, April 27
Breathe In Your Life : lyrics
A woman falls forward toward him,
And away from you.
Stumbling into his bedroom,
Her death chamber.
Each touch slowly fading the light in her.
She says, "I'm renewed,"
She lies, Lord.
Hear her cries,
Hear her cries.
Breathe in Your life,
Lord, breathe in Your life.
A girl lifts her eyes toward the mirror,
Hoping that today would be the day,
You cast away the fear of deeds undone,
And whisper in her ears, "Please don't steer."
Don't steer,
Don't steer,
Don't steer dear.
Hear her cries,
Hear her cries.
Breathe in Your life,
Lord, breathe in Your life.
She screams,
"I don't know, I don't know what to do,"
"I don't know, I don't know what to do."
A voice in the distance is calling, "I love you."
Your voice in the distance is calling, "I love you."
"I love you."
Hear her cries,
Hear her cries.
Breathe in Your life,
Lord, breathe in Your life.
She screams,
"I don't know, I don't know what to do,"
"I don't know, I don't know what to do."
A voice in the distance is calling, "I love you."
Your voice in the distance is calling, "I love you."
"I love you."
Labels: On God's Call When We Can't Hear
Wednesday, January 28
Delicately Untangled
I am gently writing this down with tired eyes,
A pen and paper sigh, permitted to decree it,
Read, speak, interpret and free it.
I am telling you now - there is nothing left of me,
For you, for two, no, nothing at all.
Not even a part, a corner, a decimal.
Water and salt fill my heart to the brim.
No space is found in the tiniest hem being sewn.
The whole mess has grown and diminished.
My sorry is here, content to hold still,
Stabled and sealed, delicately addressed to you,
For all I cannot do in your lonesome hour.
But our hearts cannot help but to untangle midair.
Be my guest to twist, to glare, to raise your fist angrily,
There is no winning pair – I am simply not there.
Labels: On Giving Up
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