I think I should learn to dance
So many analogies of beautiful things
Compare those things
To dance…
So why not dance?
Dancing can be beautiful
And beauty holds a connection to truth
(though what we could not say)
And truth is necessary
For real love-
both to give it
and to receive it.
Help me with the weight of heaven
It presses on my soul
I feel it when I see her eyes
And long to be made whole.
Help me with that grace’s burden
It weighs me down so low
I feel it when I see her locks
And yearn for I don’t know.
Help me with such gentle comfort
It hurts to try and dream
I feel it when I hear her speak
But I’m too worn to scream.
Help me with my own forgiveness
I cannot see the way
But when she smiles the troubles fade
And night becomes the day.
What is beautiful?
Is it an aesthetic ideal?
Is it a certain shape or colour?
Can we tell it from another?
Do we pass it every day?
In the streets we never see?
Do we miss what lies beneath?
Do we see what shows up front?
Can we tell if we touch?
Is it something to compare?
What is beautiful?
When Eve was first upon his eye?
Did he think to ask for more?
Or different?
First of women she was there
But surely beauty isn’t this:
“better than a goat.”
But what is beautiful?
I’ve seen a baby make me cry
Just because of beauty
But some are fat and some are thin
and some are round and some so small
And some are sick and some are well
but everyone I ever saw touched me in my soul
with their beauty.
What is this beautiful?
It makes you want to cry out
and sometimes cry
it cannot be denied
and does not care for explanation
and somehow seems connected
to Truth.
But what is beautiful?
Am I tuned to see it here?
Could I sift it from the pain?
Could I even say a word,
That made it clear to see again?
It is here but I can’t speak
It is there but I can’t say
I know it when I see it near
As I pass it every day.
Tell me all the parts
The parts you could not say
The things you wish I’d never done
And what they took away.
Tell me how the lies I took
Helped to make your life a hell
Tell me how the poison tree
Never was a wishing well.
Tell me how I hurt you
And what I took away
Don’t let me live in fantasy
Losing my own way.
I want you in the darkest night
Your naked form to comfort me
Send me home when it is time
Take me as I want to be.
Cut through all the sitting mist
Shrouding thoughts I had to love
Send me home my sweetest girl
Show me things from up above.
The raging sea fights war with land
And death is at the door
Send me home my heart’s desire
And teach me to want more.
In the congregation of the wicked
— Or should one just say in the congregation?
The bonds we feel are not always right
And the throng around us has this fault–
It tends to tell us that we’re good.
I used to stand for something
But one too many times I have been knocked down.
I used to live for something
But one to many friends have been destroyed.
I used to love someone
But one too many times I have screwed it up.
All fall down and all destroy
And every gift conceals a ploy
And life is not a thing to praise
Or so it seems to me today.
I used to wait for someone
But now I wait for death.
I used to dream of someone
But now my dreams despair.
I used to want something
But now I do not.
The play that played inside my head
Has turned into a blood so red
That ships upon the sea do turn
To steer away and watch it burn.
I used to see so much possibility
But now it is quite dark.
I used to think that I was strong
But now I know I’m not.
I used to think that I was right
I used to think that I was right…
I used to
So I lied.
What’s it to you?
You never seem to care
Why get upset now?
Only the ones who care
Only they
Are hurt by such things.
You know you could just tell me you care
You could have
Could have a long time ago
Then maybe we wouldn’t be here
And you wouldn’t be hurt
And I wouldn’t be so surprised that you even noticed.
A Soul's Walk 