Fear of Man besets me on all sides
I am guilty of flight
I have not found trust
and rest for my soul

Be merciful, be merciful to me
I have not weathered the storm
I have run from it
Fear swallowed me up

Be exalted over all the earth
Over my terror
My peril
Blind me with Your glory

That I might know what I see
Is not my trap
But that of those who would trap me
You are mercy and truth

And You reach into me
Make my heart steadfast
So I may sing and give praise
That I may bring glory to Your feet

Of Life And Laughter

March 31, 2017

tho she has not
faded away
thinly
veiled as starlight
in twilight
wandering, a tattered lace filament
a piece of memory

the dust has settled
upon the shawl
that settled
round her, solemn
her tender, haggard countenance
fragile now
and tired

and the summer left
so soonly
so unkindly
as a moonless night
darkly lit by wishes unwished
at the dreaming well
moments beyond reach

golems of touch linger
upon her fair tresses
her fingers
her lips
but no whisper, no breath
but shadow, but autumn leaves
that be, but are not

who has bewitched her
who has stolen
the shimmering quick
what fell thief has borne away
the joy, the water
and left instead mist
and echoes

have we traveled so far
so far to the east
that no garden may find us
again
that summer has gone
and we must be the winter
the winter folk, shivering

shall we wait, bones and rags
lingering in mute trust
for dawn upon the snow
the new blinding light
of a sabbath
that knows not sorrow
is that our lot

if remnant we be
amen, amen
lost in dust and scars
naked, trembling
hoping with breath of rattles
that murmur our libations
our foolish babble

maranatha still
be it yesterday
or yesteryear
maranatha tomorrow
when tomorrow comes
with cries of forgotten dreams
of life and laughter

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THE CROSSING (1997) by Michael Whelan

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O in your halls
I must fall slowly
With reverence
Upon my face
To bare my breast
For your holy sword

Pierce me
Render to death this flesh
Give breath to my crumbled chest
That I might return
Tomorrow to thee
To thy chastening and mercy

Let me find my hope
In your glorious halls
Where I must die
As you before me
Let me bear the hem
Of your purple robe

Cause this crumbled heart
To beat once more
Lift my countenance
That yours may shine upon
I have not strength
Have mercy on me a sinner

Cleanse this crumbled heart
Cause your seed to root within
Water it with your words
Tune my song to yours
That I might sing your glory
And revel in your story

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Originally published
2 years ago (August 27, 2013)
6 years ago (June 9, 2010)