Cup of Friendship

I feel alone in gentle sun
And soon the scorching will return
But in the morning while I sit
I ask you for this thing.

I’m still a dog in many ways
And dogs they like to play
But I’m alone here in this sunrise
Waiting for I know not what.

I have some difficulties now
Putting words to my request
As if the need was shameful too
And I was somehow wrong.

Words have power so you say
And I am often sore afraid
As if by saying things go away
And never come again.

The hardships in this valley low
Leave me in a weakened state
I need a friend to help me out
Before it is too late.

You know best I do believe
But I don’t know just how you work
And mysteries breed doubt and pain
Within their beauty as they lie.

Evening Reflections

I hate so much that I am burned
Scorched inside and torched without
A hollow fried out husk that walks
And stumbles in a sightless day.

Hear the song of fallen men
That died while trying to protect
Things that don’t exist at all
And things they never knew themselves.

They raise their hearts to call their voice
And as the chorus shakes the ground
The tears of mothers fill the sea
And crying gives their grief a sound.

Those left living aren’t alive
And I among the walking dead
Cannot feel the ground with feet
And cannot find myself a bed.

Death will come for me one day
And I will have no cause to stall
I long for her in every way
Let the reaper make the call.

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.