Lasting Over Vast Eternity

As I search deeper into who I am in Christ, I find myself in front of a cracked, aged mirror whose reflection does not show beauty preserved, but of fake, lust-ridden smiles and ragged hair. How did it become like this? When did the blissfully unaware state become the primary stage? How decrepit. How pitiful. How wretched and assuming. The face of complacency. The look of getting by on one's own strength. No more. Take the hammer and smash the reflection. Take it now, rip it off the earth's face and obliterate it. No more, I say, no more.

"Create in me a clean heart, O God,
And renew a steadfast spirit within me.
Do not cast me away from Your presence,
And do not take Your Holy Spirit from me.
Restore to me the joy of Your salvation,
And uphold me by Your generous Spirit." Psalm 51:10-12

Let's do this together, hand in hand. We will walk faithfully into the brilliant light of His glory. Keeping our eyes on His unmerited favor and ridiculously undeserving faithfulness. Why? Because He loves us so. Together we've sung it. We blasted our hearts out praising Him for this Love so undefinable and expansive yet push comes to shove and we forget. We let Him down. Yes, plural, we. This is community, it is what we stand and strive for. To be in one accord is unity in the most Spirit-lead sense.

Gone, gone, gone.

Commanding complacency gone. Declaring a comfortableness diminished. Arguing against pride, lack of self-control and perversity. Stand in the gap, plead for our forgiveness and humbly walk forward into His righteous truth into Love so willing to give. This is perfect Love, free of envy and selfishness. True Love. Ignore as long as you want, but it does not mean that It has left you. No, its only been marinating, getting ready, gearing up and excited to embrace you once more. Full force into Love I'm running.

Equations

one
two
three
twelve
fourteen
nineteen
twenty

c'mon
simple math
tells the tale.

signs and shapes
figures and diagrams
charts and statistics.

let's add this up
as not to divide trust
multiply you and I.

all logic,
sense of reason
surveyed says yes.

miscount
count once more
the sum of love.

see the stars
weaving across skies
wishing for me and you.

down to the end
frayed edges
scar your palms.

throw out the graph paper
a number two pencil won't do
only you.

Allure

My soul longs
for you

Cries from the
depths
reach for Yours

Be near
Parakletos

Searching
for Spirit and truth

Hallelujah
so faithful
a beautiful rescue

My heart is
thrown a line
Reel me back
into You

Yet you will come
back for me

For my heart
shall falter
into the world's conditions

How gracious
what a gentleman

He is.

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.

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.

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.