A scented candle perfumes this space;
Filling the emptiness of silence,
Save for the gentle hum in the distance.
I trace with my mind
The countless days when it wasn’t so…
Silent.
It’s peaceful, really.
Tinged at times with a melancholy
Accompanying this dull, buzzing sound.
Just as the wick will burn out anytime now,
This silence too, will go away.
Shall my nostrils taste this sweet aroma again,
I hope to remember well
That gentle purr that I couldn’t quite put my finger on.
Two faces look to You
One bearing the joy of all that is to come
The other the burden of what must be left behind
Out of the the abundance of this heart
they both speak
Seeking Your will be done.
As hands reach out to Grab the future,
Help them to
let go of all the hinders.
May feet be drawn to walk in Your ways,
And never turn aside
to run away.
May these lungs inhale
All that You are
And exhale what
is no longer needful.
May every heartbeat
serve
to circulate
The promises and precepts You have Spoken.
Till faces
no longer be masks
And my eyes
see You
clear as day.
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Dark clouds bring with them a heaviness;
Stifling humidity that chokes rays of sunlight
Threatening to burst into waterworks without warning.
You shelter when the storms beckon,
Enduring diligently for rain’s reprieve
bucketing the leaks to cover your bases
lest all your precious things get ruined.
Dark skies cloud your judgement.
Silver tongued plumes that birth unease.
Sieving the optimism of the day to leave glum residue,
and chiseling the edges of a smooth, polished constitution.
They burst
and fall
and pour
and pour
flooding streets, filling banks, washing all away
poking holes in the security of your home.
But eventually
They come to an end.
Grey skies, weighty but waning,
The sun will shine again.
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Wrap me in your roses love,
For your embrace is ever dear.
An aroma of home in a bed of beauty
For butterflies to dance evermore,
Like the ones inside my bosom.
Wrap me in your roses love,
For you warm my world with them.
On coldest days they are a fireplace,
Where passion burns ever brightly,
Glistening in your eyes.
Wrap me in your roses love,
Even when they sting.
They may hurt at times,
But together we look so beautiful,
And blossom beyond our pain.
Wrap me in your roses love,
For I want none other but yours.
You were made uniquely and wonderfully,
Arrayed like none other.
You are a garden I cherish.
Settle down My child
Don’t just look at the pressure;
See the diamonds there.
My spirit is attractive
and no, I don’t mean it’s pretty.
It attracts energy; kleptomaniac for subtle meanings behind words and actions
of my life’s almanac, all to subtly distract my mind from the intent of it all.
An unseen attack, the bandit of my 26 year old adventure,
The anchor in my grand caper that weighs down the paper of my self esteem because
While I remain unbothered, my spirit bothers me.
Since infancy, it has weaved insecurities based on evidences
of perhaps and maybes
All inclusive to the inconclusive notions of my worthiness.
A fete of regrets, revelrous distress that says I am repulsive
Cooler filled with intoxicating beverages that dull my judgement
And leave me dancing to the music of my maladies.
My spirit is attractive
And unless I address the conflict between my truth and what’s true
It will forever digress to the former.
A divisive demeanor that says that my happiness
Will always have a denominator of stress that leads me
To become only a fraction of the man I’m meant to be
Until I learn to stand up for myself,
The mess of of negativity will always overwhelm my kind, gentle heart.
Quite frankly,
I’m still working on it. I’m still learning.
A flower of words
From the garden of my heart
Freshly picked for you.
Disarmed By God’s Grace,
May hands be free to embrace
Love that heals us both
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I make a swan dive off the cliff
Ever plummeting
Winds trumpeting over my ears,
Clapping my eyelids,
Buffeting as gravity spurs me on.
I brace for impact,
But never seem to hit the water.
Seven is a number of completion;
And I get that.
Not that it is finished,
But simply the fact
That the summation of my desires have been found.
It’s exact.
The gem of who you are in contact with my needs.
Without hesitation I sold the treasure of my insecurities
And expectations,
Just to buy the plot to get to you.
A gem so precious;
Hardened by pressures beyond my imagination.
Miraculously compressed and condensed Carbon clusters
That radiate Christ’s love uniquely.
Deeply.
A gem blindingly beautiful, beyond anything I’ve beheld,
Eyes locked in at the heart’s behest.
I could hardly believe them, but they speak no lies;
They have seen none superior.
A gem so pristine and pure; perforated by the light of the sun;
Incandescent as you shine for His glory;
Crystalline as you open up to me,
And clear about the way you feel.
A gem that’s here to stay
Beyond flashy words and frivolous airs
that has been tested and found to be innately true.
A gem that I value
More than earthly powers and possessions,
Because they have all proven to be less than adequate.
A gem to call my own,
And in due time to claim for myself.
Seven times, this gem has beckoned to me.
The matters of the heart 