Lord And Hearth

September 13, 2014

With the firelight dim
Flickering on the wall
Warm drinks rest
Close at hand
And we bow our heads
Sighing our peace
Whispering our joy

The pine-smell is still
More than just memory
The bits of paper
Are still underfoot
And washed dishes
Haven’t lost
Their scent of a feast

That was sweet because of all of us
Because we were together
And the Lord was among us
Though shadows lurk
Awaiting the new year
And the seasons
That will test us as we go

And we hold our fears
At bay this night
For nothing
Can draw from us
His grace
His peace
His hope

Which is sweet for all of us
Because we are His forever
And the Lord will not forsake us

Winds On Our Anniversary

December 24, 2013

It has been so long
since the wind has blown
across our path
as we stood side by side
in the fields

These long years
of laughter and tears
in our house
sitting side by side
and apart

Have not rendered us
from living as us
together
in heart and soul
together

May you remember well
as I do
these dreams of light
that may yet in our time
come true

Keep hope in you
keep faith in our master
keep well his symbol
that is our hope
the part that is already true

I will touch you
once again, Love
as winds blow
across our path
dream of me.

This Silent Place

December 5, 2013

You have led me to this silent place
This silent, silent mumbling
Of wishes and sightless stumbling
You have left the crow’s-feet upon my face
O’ God, I have never touched the hand of grace.

Your poets cried bright and cutting words
That I rose to hear, on the edge of my chair
Of dream-worlds and the sun’s majestic glare
You left them blind with glory and swords
I lament, I will never see those mighty lords.

And so, if we have turned and turned
To the left and right, to the East from the West
Only to find the garden in the shadow of death
What have we found but a center that burns
That burned alive for what no other could earn

A center, a signpost, a blood-soaked dolmen stake
A horrid thing that raised high a Man, a God, a Sacrifice
Which we, which I, have failed to see will suffice
To redeem my rebellion, my weakness, my mortal sake
To cleanse my unsacred turning, my precious, accursed lake.

You have led me to this vital place
This silent, pleading supplication
Of hanging on your every words’ salvation
You have put your Son before my face
And you leave me with naught but your precious grace.

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Psalms 71 and 88, Joshua and Moses, David and Solomon, a juxtaposition.

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