Monday, April 19, 2010

I Dare You

why do we love?
all I want is to
stare into your soul

just another day
nowhere to go
except away with you

I soar when you smile
yet my feet are stationary
dream away oh hearts

never enough time
too close to the fire
cautiously in pursuit of danger

feeling like glass
this could break
hold gentle but firm

on the edge
of losing my breath
1, 2, 3 and we're off

do if you dare

I am Hosea's Wife

Back to where
you've kept me,
Somewhere behind mystery
is a smile beckoning

Wait for it.

Promises to break apart
are not worth the time.
After all, I crumble
by your very touch.

Pieces, pieces, pieces.

No length of life
could straighten this mess up
Grace:
the ultimate favor.

One so self less
and pure
Unworthy for
something so unmerited.

See ths bed
I have made for myself?

Dirty sheets.
Bed bugs.
Decay.

Yet you find me
and say,

"From now on
you're living with me.
No more whoring,
no more sleeping around.
You're living with me
and I'm living
with you." (Hosea 3:3 MSG)

Worth it doesn't cut it.

To cultivate
and handle with the
utmost tenderness
is restoration complete.

And so I am Beloved.

Thursday, April 15, 2010

A Fool's Card Exposed

"And when that world slows down, dear.
And when those stars burn out, here.
Oh she'll be here, yes she'll be here, "

But will she? After months maybe she will and maybe she won't. After wooing over the powerful senses of the mind and body can she give in? Will this continue to consume her innermost, secret thoughts? Can a love so mysterious and true feel so wrong? Is it even possible to wait? Wait until there's growth, maturity and time to see what is actually truth.

If its like just say so. If its love then shout it loud. Let's not be so youthful and impulsive about this yet that's the irony isn't it? All the signs and signals are obvious. To ignore this would be devastating but to act on it is fatal.

Years down this winding, unpredictable road of life maybe a chance is at love could be probable, but for now forgo intuition and wait. Sorry Dearest, the sorrow of love is in the age of its captor.

Unless this is off-base, in that case the fool's card has been dealt and played.

Enjoy friendship, take delight in laughter, smile exchanges and the secret hope of what could be.