I look out around me,
I see the pain, the suffering,
The hurt, the jealousy.
This world is stuck, wondering
whether there’s anything left.
The world’s philosophy
is mixed up with the rest
of everything else,
withered in conceit
and trying to cheat
the world away.
When I ask why, they tell me,
“Some things are just meant to be.”
As I walk to the well, empty bucket in hand,
My mind drifts to what my young self had planned.
Did that large eyed, glowing skinned girl ever guess
At the turmoil since taken my life at arrest?
When womanhood blossomed upon me like spring,
I found what I felt was true love, spread my wings,
Took flight, soared high, then came crashing down –
He put me away, loved me not as his own.
Glass Heart
O, you weak and wretched man who sins,
Listen to this tale of One who lives;
A holy God who put off His crown,
Humbled Himself, to earth He came down.
In the form of a small babe He came,
A weak little thing, born in the hay.
Such a blessed thought; He came to save,
He healed the sick, the blind and the maimed.
Reached out to the lost, calmed raging seas,
Then died on the cross to ransom me.
He payed for my sins. Now I believe!
How can I show you the joy I feel
Since I learned that He broke the tomb's seal?
He whispers to her
The story of an enraptured King
He depicts the tale of a passionate Savior
He whispers the story of rebellious royalty
He tells the tale of an ungrateful redemption
He illustrates the legend of a captivated Lover
He tells the tale of an adoring Father
He recounts the story of an adulterating heart
He murmurs the tale of a wayward child
Then He smiles as the tears of the pain,
Of the battle for her soul, begin to dry
And the memories of the past
Fade to the realities of the present
*** This doesn't really go as "poetry" because it's actually lyrics to a song I've written.... Too bad I can't post the music, but I really like the words (of course I do, I wrote it!) and I hope you will too. The story of the song can speak for itself, but it's essentially God speaking to someone that ignores Him, and pushes Him away, and thinks He doesn't care about him. Or her. Enjoy. :)***
How can you say I'll never come back?
Have you not watched me always come back?
Do you think this time I won't come back?
Christ our Light, Hope in Darkness
Vine of Life, Source of Strength
Living Water, Living Bread
Essence of the Godly Head
Yoke of Comfort, Rod of Joy
Son of God, Son of Man
Shepherd me, O Dearest God,
Along this weary path I trod
Born of a Virgin, Men to save
Holy Worker, his foster Son
Sweetest Breath of my weakened Soul
Stay, and fill this empty Hole
Lamb of God, Cross's Victim
Holy Priest, Holy Altar
Jesu, emptied of Blood for me
Here I am upon my knee
Offerer Divine, Priest forever
Go back.
The words rocketed through my wings like poison. I plunged earthward, unable to react.
Go back.
Rage burned my spine, leaving behind a sick numbness. I forced my wings into the rippling air to slow my fall. As the ground grew closer, I spied a narrow perch near the crown of a fir. I pulled my wings in, extending my long, thin toes and curling them around the branch.
Go back.
“From the womb before the daystar I begot you.”
-Psalm 110: 3
Before I was born I was acknowledged;
In the mind of God I dwelt.
He planned my whole life, all that would happen,
And on my angel knees I knelt.
For some say we were angels before humans;
But then how can I tell?
I knew nothing, I remember nothing,
Only God knows what befell.
So then one day I came into being,
And human was now my guise.
Hidden in the womb of my own mother
God looked with love on me, His prize.
When I was young, I had this ring. It was passed on to me as a birthday gift; it had been in the family for ages. It was about the greatest thing I owned.
One day, years later, I woke up to realize I had lost it. Really lost it.
I’m still not sure exactly when it happened; I accidentally misplaced it so many times. Sometimes I even forgot about it, somehow. But I had always remembered, and it had always turned up again.
Until now. It was really gone this time.