Still Voice

My heart is all noise of screaming and chatter,

if I could stand still as I’d quite honestly rather,

I could spread my wings high and silence the sounds, 

and think a bit between the audible rebound. 

I’m trying to live, I know what to do, 

And in between breaths there’s echoes of you. 

you know my walls

All these things I can’t control

So I’m knocking, knocking at your door 

Have you been waiting at the doorstep?

As I surrender my need to surrender?

The answer is in my questions oh Lord. 

You pursued me, because I wouldn’t have come on my own. 

I’m praying for your fame, your glory, your honor. You know my path, my leaving and coming. 

Press through my walls, hold my hand. 

Let your holy wind push down and lift me up.

Season’s Conflict

I can hear acceleration whirring churning

Under the deep unmoving slumber 

Do not be caught without a thought

When all the green breaks through 

Excitement comes like a gift

When the frozen winds no longer sift 

Through the branches sleeping, hanging

Burdened by the sinuous ice.

Strong and slowly, roots will wake

Up and up, with urgency to break

Open wide the grand surprise, 

Spring is coming to winter’s demise 

Garden

I have visions in my head today 

Visions of gardens today

Dipping toes in the water and all kinds 

of flowers today

Something my heart I protected yesterday 

Something I couldn’t let sway and yet

It flowers away. 

What if it was just me 

and no one else could really see 

These visions of what I think may be 

my destiny 

I have visions of colors today, 

The petals between my toes today 

There’s no explanation for the ecstasy 

I laugh with the breezes 

Between my fingers it squeezes 

If you could feel it you’d hold it like me

I guess my job is to help you see 

Vibrations cause me to travel 

So the picture will unravel

Piece it back together for you and me

And then we’ll hang it in a tree 

When I fall asleep

If I die before I wake

 I pray the lord my soul to take

But if I live to see more days

 I pray I use that time to praise 

The sun comes up but once a day

  Just enough time to live and pray

The darkness follows ever near

  Pursuing us with its healthy fear

So now I lay me down to sleep

  I know the Lord, my soul will keep

And when I'm took to light divine

  Together live, in a love sublime 

Weatherman

If you love my flowers,

   would you love my rain? 

Every time the thunder comes 

  Will you see me the same? 

If I become a cloud 

   would you watch me all day? 

Gaze at me at night 

    When I chase that milkyway? 

Nevertheless I’ll always come back

    You’ll meet me in the air

Open up my dusty heart

   And make snowflakes everywhere

 Snowflakes become a river 

   And then becomes the sea

I find my self reflecting

     the One becoming We

When you sense the forecast

   I pray that you’ll see love 

And not worry too much

    Of what’s going on above 

My seasons and my tides 

   They are where I reside 

But there is gold in the dew... 

   if you couldn’t tell already, 

     the morning makes it new.

it is a small door

a world of rigid walls,
and thank yous and pleases
something in me writhes and squeezes
please, let me out of the gray

why wont i let me out to play,
in my world far far away.
Theres something inside wishing to leave,
the overflow of something i received

a time ago, or was i child?
of trees and books and forests and wilds
the colors, sights, and all the bright lights...
no walls in my world, no room for the night

so let the colors flow and my captors know
ive seen something better than these cold white snows

the eight and the dancers,
the horse and the masters
keep my body from rot and decay
and my spirit alive another day