Here comes the burning
And here comes the pain
And here comes the way out
And this place is dry.
Dust clouds and dry grass
Turning yellow and brown
Choking breathing coughing
Parched and feeling worn.
Let us draw near
In fellowship with fear
Let us kneel down
And listen for rain.
The great fatigue that has set in
Is like the weight of many wars
Let there be peace.
“I love you”
Something I’ve said before
Do you remember how scary it is
To say it the first time?
And sometimes that first time
Is not scary at all
Until after
Because it just spilled out of your mouth
Without any plan at all
And then you realized you meant it
After it was said
And froze like a deer in the headlights,
Waiting for a response
If you have spoken
You will come through
And you will continue to lead
In various ways
You will always get my attention
And so you have it
Please do not stop teaching me
Please do not stop loving me
I know that you have already said you would never leave nor forsake
And I know your word stands true
But I did not know how hard it would be
To wrestle my own heart
I am afraid
Please do not leave me
Please…
I wonder how often someone has waited
For me to let them in
Or open up
Or give them an answer
Or pay them attention
Or take their hand
Or show them kindness…
I wonder this now
because I wait for you
I hold no expectation
But must I not dare to hope
And how often we think it is a small thing
And does not matter
And so we do not answer
And so now
As I wait
May I remember to answer those who perhaps
Just maybe
Are waiting for me.
I will find a hill to sit
And wait up high with all the view
Waiting for a sign to see
Your coming in the wind.
Call me here in time of war
That you might see what I am for
For all the times you’ve wanted more
As you lay with your sweet whore.
Listen well as I draw near
Waiting with your lurking fear
Afraid of all that you can hear
Drowning in your bottled beer.
Let your shaking sobs you rue
Bring you closer through and through
As the night is hard on you
Crying just for something true.
I will dream in time of day
That I might find my way to you
And waiting for the words you’ll say
I’ll wait for you in hope.
Sometimes,
To rest and wait
in faith
can be more difficult
than slaying
dragons.
The blades of the fan spin round and round
The whole earth mimics just the same
And then around a star we go
Until we come back round again.
Latent power bides its time
Waiting for the moment come
As we all spin round again
We feel the throbbing pulse.
A Soul's Walk 