Her

Here the song birds sing their songs
In the early morning air
So beautiful and peace-restoring
As the sun does rise.

But nothing catches all the triggers
And pulls them every one at once
As the sound of just one whisper
From that gentle voice.

It makes you feel so very low
To see someone so very high
It’s hard to even speak a word
From down here on the earth.

My heart is captivated
Almost never here at all
But then she walks right in a room…

My words feel heavy in my mouth
And tears are always almost there
It’s hard to even crack a smile
From down here on the earth.

Visions

She burns into my vision
Thrust into my consciousness in every kind of moment
She is there before me when I dream
She is there before me when I sin
She is there before me when I do right
She, a haunting beauty that never fades
Like some apparition that tortures a soul with dreams of ecstasy
I cannot keep her out
And perhaps I do not want to
But there is a fire in my veins at the thought of the sound
of her voice.

She is far beyond me
“Of course she is,” you say.

I do not think that I can reach her
“You are afraid.”

The way is hard and I must rend my own flesh to get there
“But God will rend it for you.”

But surely there is nothing so beautiful for me in my future
“It is for freedom that Christ has set us free.”

I cannot believe the good; everything hurts too bad
“God is not a liar.”

They locked up better men
“And he throws down kings in a day.”

I cannot even say the words
To tell of that which I would dream
Of such a one as has found me
Bloody on the earth.

I cannot reach to touch her face
And if she were to reach for mine
I think that I would fall apart
In pieces on the earth.

Hear me God
I would kneel
Break me till
I love you full.

To Compare

Women never seem to appreciate
being compared to horses
Which is strange
Given how magnificent and
full of glory
horses can be.

I am sure I would appreciate
being compared to something
something magical
something I should appreciate
something I should take in
something that I don’t.

You are beautiful
like a horse
running wild
in the hills
free
and full
of the echoes
of majesty.

Beauty

You intrude
upon my thoughts
and in my dreams
and in my mind
and when I see you I feel pain
and cannot help
but remember
just how alone
I really am.

Lord above have mercy.

Christ have mercy.

God have mercy upon me.

Where is your kingdom
that I may turn my gaze?
How will I seek
what I do not understand?
Teach me oh Lord,
who made the heavens
and the earth
and I will know you.

Your beauty grows
every time I see you
and my heart skips a beat
and your voice is soothing
like water over stones.
I am vile and a beast
Be well beauty
you from afar who reach me
you who haunt me in my waking dreams
Be well.

Tired

At a point that many reach
is a view that stills the soul
But you cannot see it free
If you are full of love and hope.

There are ways to love a girl
That mimic echoes of divine
And would teach us how to reach
But we so happy cannot see.

There is truth that shakes the earth
And rips the heart and soul in two
And it will be a rock to cling to
If you somehow make it through.

Let the life be drained from me
to the point that I may see
and let my heart give in to thee
that I may be truly free.

Losing, Draft II

Enter in the morning glow
Let the faces light the heart
Hear the sound of mistletoe
Falling to the floor.

Do not stop for oranges
In the lane down on the street
I will find a market soon
In the sand-swept valley.

To the place where heads are lost
On that festive party day
Celebrate the fortunes kept
In the market place.

Take the stair on up around
To the door with peeling paint
Let your wishes come to pass
When you enter in.

I will find that spring again
On the valley floor below
Will you sing to me about
The love we threw away.

I can feel the petals soft
On my skin deep in my mind
In the prison where I wait
As I close my eyes.

We have lost so many things
And losing seems a way of life
Would that I could make my peace
And put and end to all my strife.

Celebrated let them spread
sharing fortune far and wide
releasing what is held in hands
and wisely sharing peace of mind

(The last stanza was written not by myself, but by harulawordsthatserve)

The original draft can be found here