Drifting into tainted places
Swallowing the world’s disgraces
Falling with the empty faces
Longing for Your Heart
Landing where the earth caves in
Bankrupt from invested sins
Ending where You must begin
Running back to start
Employing only one solution
Reckoned into absolution
Overcoming life’s destitution
By way of Love’s new mark
Giving up the walk alone
Unchained from all the darkness sewn
Here’s a life that’s not my own
The All redeems the part
Proof is found in the belonging
Celebrating its homecoming
Surrendered… held… still unmoving
This soul – Your work of art
Knowing you’re the great Creator
Stirring up the heart of nature
Drawing creature to the Maker
Now Your Will imparts
Crushing this rushing of desire; this
thirst of a heart on fire… running renegade,
compromising empires where altruistic gains
fall lame to crippling wants; where
the weight of sacrificial tithes daunt ’til
all feelings become numb.
Suppressing the stressing of the
center of one, when grounded loses to
dumbfounded in the fog of disheveled sun –
no longer shining in the twining of rays
misdirected, beams affected by the
neutralizing force of energy’s first clause;
there’s no applause for lost place.
Course correct to brace oneself for the
race of all time; floating soul against
sprinting mind, with pace car labeled
“I want mine” always perpetrating its cause.
How will eternity define one’s presence;
the cost analysis of one’s essence…
Captured in the rapture of self set high, or
Freed upon the wings of an angel’s uprise?
There’s no surprise in tempered living; only
seeing and forgiving; only
ends and new beginnings inside
this perpetual cocoon, where soon is
relative to temperament and doom is
realized through sentiment and formidable truth is
the echo no one wants to hear.
No more fear masked in its vices, wearing
shades of our own devices, hoping
next time ’round the will won’t be averted.
In and out these breaths are measured,
holding fast to spirit’s treasures; knowing
life by way of desire leaves much deserted.
For Dungeon Prompts: Desire. I’m a week late on this one (sorry). I’ve been traveling (still am), but had a window of down time at the airport. 🙂
Resurrected bits and pieces resist the crumble,
while vices mumble in these halls, leaning
hard against these walls.
And though I’m home,
I feel alone,
listening for answers my heart can’t hold.
These scenes aren’t foreign,
but I am…
not fitting this skin I’m held in;
needing new form and parcel
for this breath of partial
blowing through my frame.
Reaching for fulfilled me,
tripping over empty;
vacant lots where impressions stayed.
Wanting Him to have His way, while
salted sores impose delay;
how can I rinse away these stains
from nature’s stone?
On my own, fighting in faith,
as demolitions swing their fates;
this foundation feels the quake
… something is lost.
But for the cause, I stay awake,
vigilant for watching’s sake; a
lighthouse beaming hopeful refuge
through these eyes.
Unwelcome spies casting shades,
by this prayer eclipses fade;
flailing forms dissipate as dawn comes nigh.
Structure abides for one more ride,
but I confess this space confines
and, with it, time defies me;
pinching corners in the sphere
of my timeless here.
I just want to be –
without then or there or them or he…
free of now’s dichotomy.
Newness in a soul’s rebirth,
dropped face down in yester’s dearth;
how the pressure closes in on will.
And still, I am the pillar rising high,
holding form and sowing life, while
all the holes beneath the worth
keep me tethered to sinking earth.
This silly world of ups and downs,
grasping for earth and clouds
in disproportionate measure;
fiening for frivolous work and
Where is the weight of existence
when hearts are heavier than
the feathery disposition of mind-kind?
Man is but thought and flesh,
losing soul in the center,
casting out his Inventor for the
adulteration of both.
Full scope narrows as the
cascading of false joys smother;
tethering one lie to another, and so
we suffocate in the smokescreen
that holds our baited breath.
Drawing in deeply upon the
staleness of – this is all –
and there life falls into the void.
Who is left annoyed by this
emptiness of being, this
looking without seeing, this
thinking without knowing, this
taking without needing, this
acting without feeling?
Treachery is breeding, while
balance flees its cause, leaving
today’s teeter in the shadow
of tomorrow’s cost.
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Step by step, I’m taken
Pulled deeper into awaken
Would’ve slept sounder had I known I’d rise to this.
Without remiss, I own the barter
Served the sentence for the charter
Becoming new, I’ve grown to breathe inside the bliss.
To feel the bursting open
To hear what’s never spoken
With every sigh, I serve the universe my kiss.
Letting go and taking in
As it all gathers within
With certainty, my eyes now pierce the groggy mist.
Unfathomed warmth surrounds
While I chill upon these grounds
Amidst the noise, my heart’s bound to the cosmic hiss.
Thank you Lord for the stirring
Every stretch in this emerging
Dawning way, stay my will at high noon’s tryst.
What does it matter –
who am I to be flattered by this portion I hold?
I sit to keep from falling,
sometimes run from the calling;
if I stand up to the mauling, will I fold?
Whipping out this tape to measure,
scoffing at this so-called treasure;
why not ride out life until the days grow old?
Hands stretched out, feeling about –
no straight line for this account;
how can life amount to more than what unfolds?
Right or wrong, we’re of one song;
each note unequivocally belongs,
as we strum together throngs to form the whole.
Every sound can be laid down
or lifted high with great resound,
only bound by those convictions of the soul.
With deep regard through darkest nights,
search the stars for Heaven’s lights;
embrace birthright for therein shines divinity’s role.
Entrusted by the hand of God,
all lives bear seeds to feed the sod.
Harvest the fruits to spread the love which bore your mold.
For Dungeon Prompt: Myth Making. The life lesson I share is that although we all are granted unequal portions in life, it is our onus to realize our worth through God’s eyes; and in accordance with His living trust for us, multiply and distribute our fruits abundantly for the good of all who dwell in this time and place and beyond.