These poems and stories that I've written are meant to awaken the imagination. They are "paintings" so to speak. To be enjoyed like you would at the museum. Not all of them have a profound faith filled meaning, but they are meant to be enjoyed as part of God's gift of language.
What a Love
He is beautiful. What a love we have, Gifting His beloved with breathtaking views, Thousands of flowers in every hue. Blessing love's beat so strong that it pains, Refreshing with deep breaths taken just after rain. Caring tenderly for both old and young, Loving so much as to come dwell among. Took every step with impending agony, Yet forbearing all things died for you and for me. Oh, what a love that we have in this... That our very first breath, Was the Very... First... Kiss. Snow
A soft goodbye to tireless weather.
Snow. Heaven's whispered delight, Hushing beauty towards sleep and rest Settling, On eyelashes, Each shining intricacy. Unique, unmanufactured... Lovely. Silence. Crowning lamp posts on the avenue Lacing sills and branches elegantly. Snow... To He Who is Both Far and Near
A letter to a love...A mystery, pondered in the depths of dreams. To He who ponders vast array, Admires beauty but will not say, Eyes revealing shattered heart... Longing, pleading it to start. To He who loves behind the mask, Hiding much, a heavy task. You may leave your burdens by, And loose your soul to let it fly. I see the lion, strong and bold. Passionate, whose soul is old. But he is caged behind the masking, Will not give to many asking. Maybe love's asking should not disguise, But with tears and aching swollen eyes, Plead for shattered pieces laid, Baring shatters, so mending's made. My heart is aching, my soul betrayed. Without permission gave self away. How can you possess not knowing, My heart, my love, my dreams... You hold them careless, in ignorance, For how do you know what you have rent. Taken with a single smile, Or gaze held for not but little while. A lion believing he is coy, To flee from passion, pain, and joy. You drift so far, yet you are near, But do not dare to linger here. Oh lion, won't you hear the song, Of glory calling for so long. It beckons love and sorrows near, It will meet you while you're here. For only then may you yet know, What I long so much to show That you possess without your knowing, My heart, my love, my dreams... Be Still, and Know
Ps. 46:10 "Be still, and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nation's, I will be exalted in the earth." Be still, and know that I have split the sea. Be still, and know that it was me. Be still, and know that every star was breathed. Yes my love, be still and know that it was I. Be still... Your mind is always moving fast. Be still, your days are slipping past. Be still, would you let this day just last? Trust me love, let me multiply your days of joy Be still and know that I am Lord of Death Be still, I know your heart is cleft. Be still, and know that I have not left. It breaks my heart to see you so my love. Be still, and know that I am Yahweh...God. Be still, and know that I am no fraud. Be still, and know that with however little grace you plod, I ask you love, to dance upon my feet. Alabaster’s star A sonnet meant to be read with a similar view to the Songs of Solomon to His love. God's earthly picture of His relationship with the church. Her stirring ever breaking like the dawn, Smiles sweetly on the whispers of the night. It shines so fondly on his true love’s fawn, Her alabaster glow kisses birds’ flight. His heart is burst with song of thunder’s pride, As oceans wash with light beneath her sleep. His gazing ambers rest upon his bride, As she who captivates his heart dreams deep. A love as pure as honey after rain, Is found beneath the sorrows of a flood. For one cannot take breath with any gain, If touched with lust not in a proper blood. So here the lovers rest in true love’s grasp. And there the burdens calm, and tide, and clasp. |