Dreams of Mourning

Tears dry on my pillow,
disappearing like the days.
Calendar pages bandage wounds,
but clock hands fail to heal.
I tumble through my memories
hunting for your face, your voice;
always around the corner,
never reached in time.

Sleep is my tormentor; her
shadows play hide-n-seek,
her whispers not quite heard.

She mocks my broken heart,
yet hope remains.

I will find you waiting–

between my dreams and wake.

 

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The Lamb Is Slain

Unimaginable Love pours its richest perfume on dusty feet

Innocence drinks of death’s dark poison

Holiness breaks forth in bloom

Love Affair

I heard the beating of your heart,
and the rhythm enthralled me.

The pattern rolled upward on the crest of a wave,
as it reached towards the sky,

then the beat slowed, became hushed,
as the surf washed gently over the sand.

Such passion…
accompanied by such peace.

I launched by myself
to surf upon your waves,

rising with you on the highest crests
and resting in your arms as we swept up on the shore.

My fresh water keel licked at your salty brine
and I felt your laughter echo off my hull.

We frolicked under sunny skies that warmed
the surface, and denied the coldness of your depths.

The red sky of evening sought to warn us,
but we glanced away, pretending not to see.

Winds plunged your waves to the depths.
My weathered planks were beaten in the storm.

Together we crashed upon the jagged rocks,
splintered wood and frothing angry foam.

I lay broken with pieces strewn,
your salty tears dried upon my hull.

I heard you sing a mourning song
in harmony with the wind.

You swept me off the crags;
carried me in your arms.

You sang to me a lullaby,
as I rested in your deep.

Published in: on April 30, 2011 at 9:17 pm  Comments (3)  
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Future Breeze

An aroma of hope rises in the air, soft and inviting,
gently calling forth a sense of anticipation;
drawing it up from the deep well of my being.
It does not yet contain the scent of present joy,
for it is carried on the distant winds of future days,
providing only hints of a sweet fragrance
floating down through time,
the smoke of incense
swimming in the breeze.

Dec 26, 2009

Published in: on October 19, 2010 at 8:42 pm  Comments (2)  

The Colorless Dust of Ordinary Days

Lifeless sounds echo off neutral painted walls as tasteless bits of information float through the air.

Colorless dust of mundane tasks cover your life with dryness, jagged cracks and crevices appearing.

The predictable strokes of common days painting life in dreary hues, choking out your quickened spirit.

Hunger arises.

Desire cries out.

Hand reaches… searches… wanting…needing…

something textured with life.

Published in: on June 10, 2009 at 4:41 pm  Leave a Comment  

Life’s Center Lost

My heart is breaking for you my friend
I watch in fear as I follow your route

Slow destruction in each step

You’ve walked before this slippery slope
Stumbling and falling along the way

Killing your body to kill the pain

Who will rescue from the mire?
Who will give you hope again?

No person here can fill that void

Your worth is lost, your purpose gone
The center of life lost to your gaze

Hopeless you wander in the fog

Treasures you hold unknown to others
Tarnished with rust from lack of use

A life fulfilled is within them

I pray, I watch, I pray again
Painfully loving and hurting for you

Tis only one answer I know to give

Published in: on May 17, 2009 at 1:19 am  Leave a Comment  

The Widow’s Herbs

A sharing of sorrows rekindles hope

A new widow came to the door of another
weeping and broken
crushed with the weight

Bitter herbs was what she had
unfulfilled dreams
tears and regrets
brought to share with a friend

She brought them with her
laid them on the table
foolish they seemed
not worthy of mention

Tis not true, the older widow said
These herbs are special indeed
If you look on my shelves
to the right and to the left
the same dark herbs you’ll find.

Yours are fresh and full of aroma
Mine haved dried with age
But the scent of yours and those of mine
each remains the same

And they shared their herbs,
the new and the old,
the losses, the tears, the pain
a new fragance entered in

And their hearts were lifted,
first one and then the other,
as deep wounds began to mend
Arms were linked in a common bond,
this would not be the end

Dreams again filled their minds
joys yet to be fulfilled
They talked and laughed side by side
comrades in life they would be

Eyes were set on future days
Plans were made for living
Wrapping each other in a warm embrace
Hope again rekindled

Published in: on May 4, 2009 at 6:01 pm  Leave a Comment  

The Desire Within Me

‘I have a desire within me that cannot be satisfied by anything in this world. The only profitable explanation of this is that I was made for another world.’ C. S. Lewis

We search and look for…something.
Something holy. Something pure.
Something beyond words.
We see hints in the mountains
and the depths of the sea.
All of nature sings it’s song.
We look and we listen.
Is it real? Is it true?
As time passes and life dulls our senses,
doubts of it’s existence enter our mind.
It’s all just fantasy, fairy tales for children,
an illusion to tease our emotions.
But the hope remains, might it be true?
Something magical and breathtaking, beyond compare.
Something God would be willing to share.

Published in: on April 27, 2009 at 2:00 am  Leave a Comment  
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