Sometimes it seems
In all the swirling light
With pedals and scents of roses
Somehow we miss delight.
Somehow it goes
That in the work so pure
With all the progress made
Our hearts are still not sure.
Somehow I dream
Despite the aching pain
And all the death that falls around
My heart returns again.
I have to say
I love my God
Terrifying though He may be
While I break faith
He does not
While I grow weak
He is strong
While I am scared
He defends the fatherless
And always with the listening
He always wants to hear
“Come to me,” He says
Again and again.
Snow falls
A gentle peace
And scales are ripped off
As I scream
The beautiful end
Will have many bitter ironies
along the way
I commit my soul to God.
I once was lost in my own world
But then a hand reached down and grabbed
And now I’m waking to the real
And yes, it’s even worse.
I tried to hide from all the pain
And it did not achieve my goal
And now I’m waking to the real
And nothing feels quite whole.
I read the bible every day
And in the book I see them shout
And they, awake, unto the real
Make their feelings known.
But Abraham seems far away
And Lot so flawed that I can’t help
Thinking he would not care for me
My problems seem so small.
Small problems are what took my heart
And made it numb as it can be
And now I’m waking to the real
And it’s too bright to see.
Evil waits on every page
And God is not afraid
Waking up now to the real
I see He’s set the stage.
They are so magical
But I really don’t want to see
another one
that isn’t “mine”
And just like life
They do inspire
Or cause concern
Or turn you on
Or ease your pain.
I wonder how the world goes round
With all of them around
And maybe someday
I will see
And feel
At ease with them.
Mustard seeds and mighty mouse
Little Alexander cries
Adolf wants his toy again
And Jesus came and died.
In the wreckage of the world
Lies the seeds of things unseen
Let faith be water to my soul
And let me love again.
I’m glad someone’s getting married
I would hate to think the world was actually
as lonely as it feels tonight
hold each other close
and give thanks for your embrace.
I don’t believe in myself
And that is probably wise
Although most who would disagree would also
not take those words so seriously.
I wonder at little
Which makes me very sad
because I have that kind of soul
that just wants to explore.
I don’t dance enough
or hug
and probably should say thank you more
but really, I should start with obedience.
It was never promised that right and good
would be easy at all
and I was indeed warned
that it would hurt.
When storms come I rarely see mercy
And I think that I have been left behind
I say,
“I do not hear the voice of God.”
and so I continue a slave.
When whispers come to me
in the darkest of nights
I say to myself,
“I cannot see God or the edge.”
and I give in to the waves as they come.
If in this trial by life
I were to see His face
I think I would not recognize it
and would go my own way on.
And braver still
you took my head
and kissed me on the mouth.
A Soul's Walk 