The Storm

The Storm

It started as a restless breeze
gaining momentum along its path;
awakening the memories of my yesterday,
raining down on the sins of my past.
 
It broke through with a thunderous invocation,
inciting waves of fear and reverent pleas,
as I knelt to keep from falling,
crying, “ father, have mercy on me.”
 
For alone I tread the paths of this journey,
there is no turning back from what I know;
and mere words cannot bear witness
to this storm moving through my soul..

The Heart’s Lament

The Heart’s Lament

So many days without thought… without interest,
years spent confused by lust and dead living.
I have blindly wandered in life’s battle  without shield.
Many tongues i have found distracting…
many souls without ears and muddled voices…
spilling nonsense in their noise.
Love closed its doors when I sought its shelter…
saying, “what you are searching for, is not here.”
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Father… there is nothing like your presence…
be here with me now… deliver from me the knotty grasp
of this lifeless place… if it is your will…
by your strength…not mine alone

Fleeting

Fleeting

Behind her eyes, lay the key to her heart…
a key seldom used…by the one
who vowed through kisses…to love her.
He chose instead to stand in the fragrance
that filled her precious garden…
speaking only in faint…metaphor whispers …
words she strained to hear…
from lips she could not understand.
She opened her door…
but he chose the view by the window
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He was so close…yet…so far…
with an overcast heart
now dry as dust…
that dances upon the earth.
And from this she knew…
she knew this to be true…
his love was only fleeting…
their paths were not the same.
Frail love often disappears…
even so…she still loves

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