But if the morning rises with you
And the light will touch your skin
Will the day be any different
Will your lover enter in?
But when I showed you a piece of me
A broken piece
You said nothing.
And your silence was a fire
And it burned all the pieces
And I felt them screaming
Screaming so loud
And yet you said nothing in response
And the world just turns for you
As all the broken pieces of my long forgotten heart
Shriek and turn black and then white…
and then blow away in the wind.
Why do I want to be heard?
Why do I want you to care?
The stones will not cry out
Will not be heard above the screams of my ashes
Even as they scatter in the wind.
Let the holy one judge me
And let me so be judged
His whip and scourge is to be preferred
Far more than your “friendship.”
And in this let me now see others who are forgotten
Who have not been heard
And may I do unto others…
While you wait-
Or perhaps I wait for you,
or perhaps we both wait for each other
As God continues to make us scream
Ripping off our scales
Making us in His image…
Know that I love you.
Did you send them all my way?
The lines, the words, the awkward hugs
Did the sun rise to the day?
Or did the world just turn and shrug?
But the day to day
It wears you down
And it is hard to bring the mountain top
Down here to the valley.
And all the pain and awful mess
Makes it hard
To keep yourself clean.
And here is where the decisions are made
And here is where you see the two trees
And here is where the lies begin to matter.
Just because the world is wrong
And all the pieces everywhere
Doesn’t mean that joy ain’t real
And that this moment is a fake.
Just because you feel Ok
Doesn’t mean it is a lie
Or that your problems disappeared
Or that you have betrayed the dead.
And though it hurts with every breath
It doesn’t mean it always will
And though your tears could fill the sea
You still can smile if it feels right.
Free to choose
Like a slave in chains
Choose anything you can
And while the demons laugh and taunt
A fire burns inside.
Trees put down
Right there to see
Freedom must be worth a lot
And as the serpent weaves his lies
They mostly hold to truth
But a small thing turns water into coffee
And medicine into poison.
I chose wrong a thousand times
And the blows that followed have left me dumb
Except that I am writing this
But don’t know what to say.
I have never quite believed
Just how big a choice could be
And how could it still matter so?
And why is choosing ever here?
Yet for Freedom are we set free
And yet elusive may it seem
But wanting to make sense of it
Is part of who He made me be.