In a Moment

December 28, 2015

Your breath was vital on my breast
For a moment.
My breath caught in my throat
For a moment.
And you were gone.

I can only lament to my Father
For you were wonderfully stitched
For a moment
Then you were gone.

I have my tears
I have my broken heart
I have an empty chasm

But hope is greatness
Though peace is so very, very
Hard.

You were my sunshine
Eclipsed by loss
O God why have you sent me
This messenger of grace
In a vessel of tragedy?

Through these clenched hands
Eyes, lips
I cannot but weep and weep
O’er what you’ve given
And taken
In a moment.

This breath of life
You’ve taken for your own
To grow in your realm
Away from me.

But the sun shall shine
The Son will shine
Upon him,
And me
In eternity.

O God, warm me
For the cold today
Has taken from me
The life closest to me.

O God, return to me
The breath, the vitality
The strength I had in thee.

Restore my joy
Though my loss weighs immensely
And my breast
Is empty

All this
In only a moment
Though all along,
You were with me

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For my friends, Tedd and Kylie

The Artist Who Speaks

December 5, 2015

These works deepen,
the beauty deepens to beauty,
the first audience seeks the second
and the final
God Himself
spoke and then
saw it was good
created His own audience
that He might revel
in the revelry in
response to His
own art

These things are ephemeral
that drive us to roar
in our place
before His sustainment
yet long for the day
when the final concert
the final gallery
is open for eternity
no longer annual
perennial
but eternal
in the Garden
recreated

It all remains,
spans the scope
of time and space,
begotten in His begetting
before everything
yet in a sort
of event horizon
came to a point
a shout, a roar
of finality
that seems like an ending
in the text
that opens up everything
into motion and view

As His son,
His Very Revelation
of Himself
with Himself
made our gallery
our beautiful gallery
and us within it
crying out at our wondrous frame
and our wondrous foil
our perilous fall
our precious restoration
to recall again our fearful making
that which we are
because of
and in
Him who is the most glorious
never made
ever being
revealed
for our pleasure
that is His pleasure.

Of Lust and Lethargy

December 3, 2015

This place, it is dark and soiled.
Its uncured leather bands,
Tied to bind my hands
Grind onto me the miasma,
The sweat of clouded minds
And it burdens all my toil.

I hate them
They hurt me
They lead me astray
There is no dawn
My Hope seems far away
I’ve been fenced from the table

I find me the fool
I cannot labor for I guard
My fallow fields under a foul star
Of lust and lethargy
Alone surrounded and
Covering my ears from the cruel

The hope I’d found
I found so sweet
It disappeared
With the horizon
That life I feared
Came back as the hope faded

The cruel words, the thrusts
The putrescence that surges to me
Pulls out my tongue, Drags at me,
And forces me to wag
A bitter stream of cursed nightmares
Things I left, I left back there

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Originally published on: Mar 12, 2012