Cling

For here, we are living death.
Bodies linger so long as
dust becomes our nature.
We blossom, orchids in springtime,
discolored petals, fallen beneath
our own snowy graves.

I hear, Resurrection saved.
Jesus.
Stand up, don’t be afraid.
But–
Salted tears are welling
Blood flowing
leaving,

There.
You stand before me
Locking eyes: I tremble
my Mountain, my Sea.

How long I have waited to hold you
My child, My flower;
My arms outlast this Earth

Love eternally–

Admire

tarnished tongue,
how you have languished.
asleep is the hope
promised by adoration,
I shall not keep,
rather set beneath
waiting feet.

The Lion is roaring across a burnt out expanse: dead end.
cracks of light imploding,
our near distant star.
hear His cry;
Come, come, see the splendor,
great love I have for you who
seek Me.

Reverence

loss of the audible
in the heart beats of purpose
breath of lingering darkness,
slowly. the dawn rises
on emptiness only our world dismisses.

a thankful heart-
disguised in gladness,
dwelling within a well fed soul.

love fills a sternum,
a spring of solitude
given comfort,
presence-
for before I had known
distance

forsake–
a worldly promise You never said
I’ll keep.

Murmurs

Look what You’ve done-
turned a timid heart
in tune to such magnificent
suffering.

Knock. Knock. Knock.
opened the door to healing,
a smile appears-warmth
unlike fading moons.

Outside voices sound meager,
in the caverns of a mind
convoluted from disbelief

silenced tongue clamors under
neath chatter-passion emptied,
baring soul brings forth the pitiful.

dreams die
eroding where nightfall calls.

I am alone in the echoes,
words surrounding a past
fear sees as normalcy.

Still

Know that the Lord, he is God! It is he who made us, and we are his; we are his people, and the sheep of his pasture. (Psalms 100:3 ESV)

I am only a sheep
lost, rooted in wait.
head to sun,
as trembling feet only
cause one, such as I-
to hesitate.

Vagabond Call

fall of the day.

darkness covers us
in the blindfold,
we earnestly cling to-
forgo His white robe
exchanged for an
earthly grave: shame.

still, I remain,
a spirit encased
lame, skeletal body.
/nails lanced, pinned wrists/
\bound feet\

my Father, the tears shed
for You knew of the moments
a mirror could taunt
fear echoing in silence
devil’s loudest drum
sounds best in a doubting mind.

thorn crown,
bled red rose
a garden sacrificed-
cure for a drought land.

sweetest love,
Jesus how you
Cried no truer adoration:

Your flesh dying out,
In three days time,
You had risen
the everlasting
flower, aroma to my soul;
never to wilt again.