A Time for everything.

 Time is a member of restless things,
a embellished song it presently sings.

Yet as requested a new bell rings...

 A fleeting thought, a fading flower,
the new years day, a mislead power.

 Serendipitously presumed
that the year is resumed.

 When Resolutions are gained,
Time is thought to be claimed.

 But Time will betray you.
Eclipse and rape you.
 As day fades to night,
and the darkness into light.

 And by the time,
the stars align,
 the years have gone,
left you alone.

 Then all at once,
your calendar ends...
 Now ask yourself,
will you have friends?

You'll witness those, who read it wrong.
 Mourn for those, who are withered and gone.
Remember now to seize the day,
 for the Time of Glory is rushing away.

Christmas Tide!

Reminisce of moments divine.
Kindle me with fire sublime.
A day of song, of verse, of rhyme...
Love resurrected, time after time.

Evening Riser

Celibate, my wings are wrought,
   beyond the lowly, begging thoughts.
Black my mirror from what I see,
   black silence is all I read.

A color drifts in with the wind,
   relief, forgiving of my sins.
Changing tides and blessed requiem.
   i'm not nearly who I thought i'd been.

 

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.