Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Vanity of Vanities

A string of lights
Light a frame
Like a show
A frame of a mirror
Mirroring a soul
And nothing else

Colored powder palettes with brushes
Brush the surface with dust
Just dust
It's a daily routine
Nothing you haven't seen
It's vanity

But on it lies a picture
Depicting a friend
Like a soul mate
A friend who made this masterpiece
Pieced together and created
This worthwhile vanity


Thursday, March 6, 2014

Empathy


A ray of light is shining
Into this dark pit
Once bound, fettered, damned, sighing
I've lifted my eyes

But my heart- it's looking back
Remembers an ache
Like cancer deep in my bones
I let out a groan

I see them- my prison mates
With chains strangling
Blood thirsty, and locked tighter
Than mine ever were

Left alone, they are drowning
In their silent tears
In a well others drink from
And it's me they've shunned

I asked a bitter question
Used to ask God, why
Stunned by dawn, I question God
Yet now, I ask why-

A ray of light is shining
Into this dark pit
Once, bound, fettered, damned, sighing
Only to touch me


Sunday, February 9, 2014

Still


Draw away to listen to Him: "be-still."
All I'm hearing- noises louder- thump, thump
Heart is pumping- this is peaceful down time?
I am doubting. People ask me, "What's wrong?"
They aren't shutting out my silence
Small talk conversation fillers
Draw away to blessed silence-
Cursed! Cursed!

Alone. 
Again.

I keep missing that train.
It takes everyone else.
I'm left standing in rain.
And rain doesn't drown hell,
Or dull seven years' pain
Of doors quick to expel

Still. . .

I'll keep list'ning through the sadness
For the faintest distant sound
I will learn His voice by practice
And heaven will come around


Friday, January 17, 2014

Inner Demons

Mind swollen-
Can't let it rest
Eyes bolted-
Shut out the light
Voice silenced-
Wouldn't change much
Heart burdened-
Drag your own weight
Fists clenching-
Shouldn't let go
Demons swarm- 

Cry out to God

Will He hear me? He's silent!
Yet He speaks 

Has He noticed? He's busy!
He sees all

Can I trust Him? He is lax!
He sleeps not

Did He lift chains? He's more weight!
He bore nails

Is the past His? He forgot!
He holds time

Where is He now? He is not!
Where am I?

God, help me!

One presence within my own synchronizes
A wave of relief swells and rocks my thoughts
I look and perceive hills of rich sunrise
My lips now pronounce precious prayers and laud
Now aided with wings resurrected, fly-
Soul surgery for open hands held high



Saturday, January 11, 2014

Spirit Rain


Wrapped in sheets so warm
Time stands still, frozen in ice
Draw away from the storm-
Away from life's fallen lies

Memories and feelings haunt, unbidden
Like inevitable puddles, reflecting the soul
Search out a kindred mind within-
A manifestation to console

Where shall I go from your Spirit?
Or where shall I flee from your presence?
Behold, the oasis I inherit-
Soak my skin, oh tears from the heavens!