December Lullaby

In the treetops, in the treetops
where that winter wind blows
rocked my lonely cradle,
all covered in snow...

A last expire, a cold desire
made me wonder at the stars.
Cool and crisp and beautiful
I wished it could be ours.

Silly sheep play all around.

When branches crack, i won't look down.


Then from the east, a warm bright heat,
befriended me that night.
And owls followed all my dreams
until the sky let light.

Incapabilities

Oh mirror of my personhood,
accursed yet divine.
A severed mast, a friend made foe,
an affection so sublime.

As a map,
with out a key,
so is the path,
that I can't see,

Perplexed by time,
beyond the pages,
heavy hearts,
go on for ages.

Living light cannot be earned,
but improvement can be learned.
Fresher, deeper... run from hell.
Proof by accolade, we'll learn well.  

Conflicted am I, to stand alone,
within this coffin made of stone.
But loved am I, by another power
Relieved my soul, in this late hour.

Forgiven but not forgotten.

What if the very thing we need the most is the one thing we are running from? If we have it backwards, the less comfort we have, the more we value people. The more hatred there is in the world, the stronger we learn to love. The more evil we see... the harder it is to deny it's opposite, a pure and holy God.

I have been forgiven. But by the presence of the Holy Spirit, a refining purpose to my life, He reminds me that I am not forgotten. The Lord has purpose for me yet, I have to believe... he has promised me.

Vision

When a land as blind as my eyes is before me, figures rise from the layer of ash. Flowing over my heart, I empty to it. I am risen with the rest. Light, soft and smooth and warmly falling... touching us in this monochromatic land. Blinking we move to it...

Leaving what's already lost.

~*~

Oh sing me a song of misty mornings, of horses black and white... of violins and fragrant things that melt into the night.

Defining the Defensive

Defensive: Psychology Constantly protecting oneself from criticism, exposure of one's shortcomings, or other real or perceived threats to the ego. (Prepared to withstand or counter aggression or attack.)

The three sectors of Defensiveness: 

Keeping something out: 

Cause: Constantly protecting oneself from criticism

Effect: Prepared to withstand

Keeping something in:

Cause: Fear of exposure of one's shortcomings

Effect: Attack

Reacting to attack:

Cause: Real or perceived threats to the ego

Effect: Counter aggression

Decay

Evicting my own aptitudes, cumbersomely composing fragments of satisfaction.
My thoughts they turn to writing, but the pictures aren't the same.