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.

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

I Shall Swing

we used to have swings

too much freedom they say
dangerous, precarious, too liberating

they took them away

no. no. no.

what does it teach them? they say
to be undisciplined, unruly and carefree

the purity of the swing remains untainted

the sanctity of a hiccup in time
for a split second you are weightless

quick breath
locks breezing across your face
unfaltering sun rays

the world spins madly on
they took away last hopes

childhood dreams are illogical
they say we must persist without wonder

facts are facts
your spirit is dead they say
leave it, mature yourself, march on

i shall swing
spirit soar

refuse dead theories
the swing will live on

alive.

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Unseen

spirit of the age
break inside of me
Lord lose the spirit
world on me

give me a revelation
of the unseen
i want to see the
holiness of this moment

what battle rages
what war is there
for my soul

spill out.
break out.
over me.
around me.

the unseen i want to see.

encounters
with angels
confrontations
with demons

take me in the spirit Lord

may i see
Your exceeding power
and greatness

i've got to get close

i must taste the spirit
my eyes burning,
ears pierced by the sounds

to hold glory in my hands
the holy

make me holy like You
purify the insides of me

i can hear drums of Zion
marching towards me
i can feel in my chest

o consume this human heart

rumbling
on the inside of me

Your cloud of glory falls
revelation
revelation
revelation of You

How much did it cost
for Jesus on that cross

i want to feel it
i want to know it

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Joy to My Soul

how indelibly faithful He is to me
just, true, unending goodness
can you see the glory of this?
uncompromisingly merciful

bearing the mark on my heart
wearing the seal on my arm
forever claimed to the Lord of all
blessed by courts of heaven

glory to the righteous one
honor and praise inflicted upon His spirit
shall I stay awhile to know You
bursts of compassion exude forth

breath of life
fire of justice
wind of truth
wine of joy

come swiftly sweet Jesus
like the robin's song
You are refreshment
unto my soul

the promise of Your presence
is my lasting endurance
every morning you deliver
great are Your mighty plans!

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Your Embrace Feels Like Home

The little beggar girl lives inside of me
Never satisfied with love man brings
Searching anywhere to find what matter most yet
Everything she knows is now lost

She sold herself for a last chance at knowing love
Prostituted everything she could have thought of
Funny thing is tears are the same as rain
Tears leave a stain on her face

Where's her justice?
Where is her voice from the crowd?
Since when did it become ok to take away her innocence?
You grown men you have a responsibility

Society is killing me,
Its killing our daughters,
its killing everything
We have sabotaged life

Bondage is the favorite thing
Self-inflicted wounds of shame
Because there's no sense of security
Goodbye land of the free

No exceptions: a failed human being
Wrapped up in complacency
I am a mystery surrounded in hypocrisy
Without the grace of God Almighty

Rain down cleansing grace
I'm in need of a brand new face
Wipe myself clean of the world's dirty deeds
Suddenly I'm not alone

Your embrace feels like home
 

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