The Lifted Veil

September 30, 2013

I have prayed in my sleep
These countless miles.

And I have found I cannot stop.
Cannot find the words not to say.

I have chased this thing all along
That I knew I could not escape.

O lift me above this tiny sphere.
This place I know too well.

Give my soul its immersion.

Rain down this peace
That I have only scented.

And take my hand.
For I am blind, walking these streets.

And I cannot hear your voice
For all the mindless words circling me

And your touch will clear this mist.

Bring to me images
Of these elemental things.

Your gifts, your paths, not mine.

This is not mine to do.
This walking, this leaping, flying.

But your filling, your calling, your touch.

And let them flow from here,
Let me not lose the words to say.

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Emptiness and Lies

September 14, 2013

Two walk on the causeway
The narrow way cannot contain
Any distance
Still they walk

I wish you loved me for what I have done
But what have I done?
My sin kills your love

I wish you loved me for what I love
But that too is what I’ve done
My sin kills your love

I am not what you should love
My pride says this is insanity
My sin says I am enough

How easily I lie
To me
And you

The ice lies thick
Thick with emptiness
For we do not love
What we should

I will recant my lies
So tomorrow I will not
Be the same as today

Or

Oh yes I will
Still lying to me
Just as I am right now

O’ Lord, come quickly
For I am not enough for me
Or much of anything

Forgive me
I must rest in my Lord’s rest
For that is all I have
And you too.

Salvation Has Come

September 9, 2013

The night is far gone,
those moments that filled our hours,
faded, our drunken waste that bound our feet.

We must wake, wake, the herald has cried,
flee, fire, foes!      Salvation has come.
It is near, near, within our souls

No twilight ‘ere the morn
has beset us in riddles and fear.
No, we have seen the sun rise o’er the hills.

The day is at hand,
this time ne’er to fade again,
tho a battle crests and falls round us.

There shall be no return,
so we gird our flesh and bones
in this armor of adamant light.

And heralds we become as well
flee, fire, foes!      Salvation has come.
We turn from the curse

and revel in the day,
free, free from death’s bonds.
We wait our Master’s pleasure.

Men, seek no taste of our foul days.
Salvation is nearer now to us
than at its first bright peals.