What did you say?
Is life a part of death
Or the end a part of life?
You have it your own way
Climbing hand over hand
A perpetual ladder of self
You may struggle ’til the end
Heart a closed door
A bricked wall of resistance
You may fight for survival
Alone in the darkness
Enshrouded with mists of confusion
Deceitful fog surrounding
Beckoning, deadening
Choices hidden, senses numb
What burns away the fog?
The sun, if you ask.
Lift the veil
Open the door
Be free
Embrace the sun
a transition
breath internal not sustaining
life must be replenished
release of pride and self
a cycle never finished
from inhaling, taking
like moth to a flame
dry and icy smoke drawn below
to the lowest plane
to outpouring
open heart exuding love
like steam rising from my body
soaring above
the colors glowing
mixing with those near
hues ascending together
into the highest tier
the air is filling
incense a sweet bouquet
currents of song mount up
enthroning Him today
and forever, echoing
an eternal serenade
tribute and adoration
of majesty portrayed
My pulse beats, eyes searching
Aching feet, head bursting
with meditations on you
Forgive the beggared plans that I have crafted
Will you hold my head in your hands so I don’t have to?
Fold me up like a child’s art
Will you take me up into your arms
Until the night comes
Hide me away inside your heart
Will you let me rest within your arms
Until the night comes
Cold sleets, lies burning
a frozen feast my heart’s bursting
Make me anew
Take me up into your arms – Until the night comes
Let me rest within your arms – Until the night comes
Pale white, luminous skidding across my view
Slow and inauspicious I wonder what they will do.
Is the temperature right?
When comes the night?
Will the dew point take flight?
The air shifts to blurred a glacial chill filling the sky
The atmosphere ever unheard yet consummating precious time.
Sit and feel the bite
Bringing soon the white
Every child’s delight,
It comes now with swiftness.
First with blowing specks scarcely evident to my eyes
Then little flurries on my neck bare tingles of surprise.
A heavy gusty falling snow thick and wet increases
Hefty for the wind to blow and joyful for the nieces.
The world is transformed parading its coated skin
Autumn leaves are mourned a new year to begin.
Forever quite the sight
Trees bowing to recite
Maker’s handiwork and might.
