Compassion

Blood-stained is the path
Heavy is the load
Lonely is the heart
Of overwhelming passion

This Morning

Distract me with the noise of building next door. Distract me with the cares of the day. Distract me from the hole in my chest and the war in my mind dammed up by red eyes, strained gateways to my soul.

Distract me with email. Distract me with hunger. Distract me from restless wondering and thoughts of losing, you, losing you to my passions, my responsibilities, to the parts I have to play.

Flying on Faith

"The reason birds can fly and we can't is simply because they have perfect faith, for to have faith is to have wings." 

— J.M. Barrie

Morning Worship

Without your light
The world is sunk in darkness
Without your word
There is nothing but a void
But your light overcomes
The darkness
And your word
Brings hope
What is life without the light
Of your love?
What emptiness exists without the hope
Of your word?
Illuminate my life with your presence
Introduce miracles with your command
That I might live each day bathed in sunshine
And find moon and starlight in the night

Painful Prayer

Like a stone press
You crush me
To no more

Like an olive
I give you
Pure worship

Thoughts in the Dark

I find
Mountain peaks
Come tumbling down
In an avalanche of reality

Good Morning

Wake up
To promises
Promises kept

Wake up
To hope
Hope unfailing

Wake up
To sunlight
Day shines once more

They're Yours Now

Those words I wrote

The memories they hold

They're yours now 

To replace

With your face

The pictures in my head

The stories they tell

They're yours now

To lace

With your grace

June 9, 2010 - Evening Thoughts

Phone rings of expectation
To be a king
To be a prince
To take my place

Calls ring of admiration
For a servant
For a hero
For strangers to me

Soul's lost in imagination
To find rest
To find peace
To finally disappear

This Is Insane

Didn't have the words
And I always do
Didn't have the words
To tell you

Didn't have the balls
Despite a good set of two
Didn't have the balls
To tell you

But my third try
Brought you smile
Began a story
To last a while

Pleasant Distraction

Elevator doors open to your face
Expectant eyes, pleasant smile
Was waiting for you, for you to show
Still caught off guard, defenses down

Elevators close to a murky reflection
Shaggy hair, unshaven chin
Was knowing you'd leave, leave right away
Still thinking of you, as you go down

Everything New

I have no victories to offer
No achievements to lift up
I am poor and empty
Lost and confused
But take my broken heart
Receive a torn soul
Take them in your hands
That make everything new

Someday

Someday you'll read a story,
About a boy fallen madly for a girl
Many girls will dream of being her
And you'll tell them, "That's me."

Someday you'll hear a song,
About our Father's favorite child
You won't know why but you'll know for sure
And you'll sing, "That's me."

Someday you'll watch a movie,
And see two people share a kiss
All the couples will melt into each other
You'll just smile, thinking to yourself, "That's me."

Someday I'll watch from the sidelines
As you find every good and beautiful thing
And as the crowds escort you to Olympus
I'll rest content, knowing, "That was me."

Repentance and Restoration

Help me stand again
On firm ground
My feet have slipped
On loose soil
I've found myself
Fallen

Brighten my way
With Your love
May I burn with passion
Shining your light
I've walked in
To the shadows

Who can I tell
Who will understand?
Where can I run
And not be cast out?
What do I have
To hold on to?

I pour my heart to you
Bring my sins to Your purifying light
I run to Your open arms
Finding forgiveness and grace
Hold on to me tightly
As I gain strength to hold on to You

Trying to Forget

Went for a walk to try to forget a Memory I can't own. Found myself lost in the woods of the forest in my head tripping over reminders of you. Every tree was carved with your face, with their branches bristling in the wind, a wind that was whispering your name. So much for forgetting. I'm better at remembering

Senses & Sense

It's crazy how our senses can override common sense.

Perfect Morning

The moon was not full
The weather was weird
The traffic was, well, traffic
And things were complex
On that perfect morning
When you traced circles on my hand