Wednesday, April 29, 2009

for you

Quietness (rumi)

Inside this new love, die.
Your way begins on the other side.

Become the sky.
Take an axe to the prison wall.

Escape.
Walk out like somebody suddenly born into color.

Do it now.
You're covered with thick cloud.
Slide out the side.

Die,
and be quiet. Quietness is the surest sign
that you've died.

Your old life was a frantic running
from silence.

The speechless full moon
comes out now.

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

heavy questions

it's in quiet moments of deliberation
that i feel the steady pressure
of love.
it is easier to fall than to stay.
passion is better left unkept,
unexamined,
unwilling to say hello in the morning.
and so i ask myself heavy questions
in heavy silence
feeling heavy pressure.

if i love you, do i even like you?

and what difference does it make
if i fell in love with you,
if i don't like you,
or can't converse with you.
do you make me laugh?

it's all more than i can take.

passion is all i've ever known.
i don't know if i can give anything
constant,
when i myself am made of inconsistent
colours and whims.

Monday, April 27, 2009

bedtime stories.

"Pan, who and what art thou?" he cried huskily.

"I'm youth, I'm joy," Peter answered at a venture, "I'm a little bird that has broken out of the egg."

Saturday, April 25, 2009

a thousand cattle

my father loves all his sons.
he owns a thousand cattle on a hill.
he leaves the ninety-nine to find the one.
my father loves all his sons.

echos

while
i concede
that our generation
will be remembered by our pictures.

i wish,
(even in my eyelashes)
to be remembered by
my eyes,
my touch,
my words.

the transcendentals

bless me with your kisses
and let differences
dissipate in a
simple
sacred love affair.
find with me what
is good and true and beautiful.
i believe your eyes
are leading the way
to grass stains
and finger paints
and white linen dancing in sunshine,
in the rhythm of the wind.
two could become three,
another trinity
to weave in and through
the good and true and beautiful.

prayers until thursday

remember me,
even in my leaving,
remember that i whispered,
i never want to leave,
and,
if you please,
don't let me.

i have not the long arm, strong and mighty to save.
nor have i the right hand to hold me in.

Thursday, April 23, 2009

"you have stolen my heart with one glance of your eyes."

in searching, i found him
and, wrapped in love around my wrist,
i can not let him go.

it isn't so much that i am basking in his love now,
but his picture,
in my locket,
in my heart,
reminds me of what i get to come home to.

"you have stolen my heart with one glance of your eyes."

"if i find in myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that i was made for another world."

savior, king, beloved.

Monday, April 20, 2009

I want to be home.
I don't care where home is right now-
Just, get me there.
Headed home.
Still without peace,
Searching for mountains,
But knowing that
I love a King.
Panic waves & saddness.
Fear, walls closing me in.
I might fail. I might lose the war.
Need YHWH whispers close.

Sunday, April 19, 2009

Infidelity is the most painful ripping apart.
Broken hands unglued.
Hands and hearts connect
But distance matters once not twice.
Hands untouching, hearts still feeling.
Distance matters only once.
Infidelity is the greatest distance.
I can't touch your hands, but I still want your heart.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

i love a king

Your presence rescues me from wars, genocides, and suicides.
Internal, external.
Your trinity encompasses and includes enveloping chords, love songs.
You bring peace like a river,
Prince of peace,
I love you.

Tenderly I whisper under my breath,
In your ear,
I love you.

You wear red and white,
Stand tall and royal
King of kings
King of the jews,
My king.
I stand adopted, grafted into your royal preisthood
You bestow glory, honor.

I love you in your purity,
I love your blood bleeding for me,
Bleeding love. Bleeding wine.

I love you.

Monday, April 13, 2009

what hurts in love, is not love, but knowing that two loves conflict.
and, in gaining one, i may lose the other,
the greatest love of all.

stuck

trapped in concrete.
whispering
"don't make me go back there"

i need anywhere but here. i need sea breeze and open fields. i need out.