Sunday, June 26, 2011

To Dream a Dream Through Restless Colors

Soaring from the wind
a river of mist flowing o'r my shoulder
There is no descent
and the climb becomes colder
yet I shall climb higher into the sky
Higher ever still
The Sun is my guide
the solace a chill
I weep soaring over the chimneys
The harps of the voices of birds
sing unto me
so sweetly strong
I sweep up the wrongs
Oh delight which no one else can enter
the Still Small Voice
and I alone
on this mountain
with a thousand other faces below
whom I dare not look to, lest I hurt them with myself
Run, run away from me!
I run to the mountainside
to the cave of the Lion
I beg Him to take away the wrongs
and give me rights
rights to death
and wings of light
so that I may fly
and be free from me
I laugh and wipe the tears from my eyes
as He stares into my soul
the complications melt away
and I am left breathless
in the simplicity and the silence of the night
As I relax my grip upon my world, my life, my soul
all becomes clear
and I sigh
my spine relaxing
He sets me to sleep beneath the whirring fan
and I hear His voice like gentle thunder
singing over my head, and His footsteps on my roof top
How beautiful
I rest
I drift
off
to sleep...

Thursday, June 23, 2011

Brown Couch Rocket

It is 12:05
I am sitting in a clean living room
I feel that I am in a dark space ship
And I don't know where it will take me
I am thoughtful
tired
quiet
A silent dull sob sits in my stomach
Why?
So much hope from the future
May I not be buried in the past
I am floating above the silent launch pad
I am ready to embrace the sky
Come what may
He will hold fast
This may be the last time I see this place
Should I close my eyes, I may be carried away
Oh dreamer of restless sleep
And tired eyes are my comfort
My thoughts are dull with numb, tired, pain
I fight
I smile
I sigh
I see the flickering lights of the VCR
like the flicker of a smile on an angels face
and I will drift off
to the place
where I can sleep
and delights and dangers await
until the Glorious One Arrives

Sunday, June 19, 2011

My Door, My Kettle, My Love

I was just watching your back leave for the last time
I feel it was inadequate when I said my goodbye
I hope you know how very deeply I love you
and I hope that you see my house is your home too

I hope that you know
my door is always open to you
And as you grow
my kettle is always on
I hope it shows
My love, for you my love
if life brings rain upon your head
my arms are always open

I waved and hugged you goodbye
our lives on earth will be erased in time
but as I move toward the finish line
Heaven is calling to let our love shine

I hope that you know
my door is always open to you
And as you grow
my kettle is always on
I hope it shows
My love, for you my love
if life brings rain upon your head
my arms are always open

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