Consume me.

Like the Fire that burns within;

rendering me alive and whole.

Burn me

until I am all but pure,

refined and unblemished,

set apart yet a part of this all.

Burn away my chaff.

ReBorn

I smile as I finally see you,

breaking out of the cocoon that you have spun over yourself.

Losing who you once were,

you come out seeking your former self,

only to find that you are both your past and present.

To hear you laugh once again

and to watch your eyes smile give pure delight;

knowing that months ago you were lost to the lies you have spun around yourself.

Today, you have broken free.

Today, you have started to live. Again.

Introspection

Let the Words of my Soul

ride the Tempest of my Heart

as I scream in silence

and let loose the madness of frustration!

When caring becomes poison

and coddling becomes a drug,

all presented with the best and most noble of intents;

when the perceptions of truth take root

and spread like a hidden cancer

masked behind the sweetness of love and concern

then maybe at the end, when all is lost,

people will smile and say "I told you so, this is how it will end"

when in fact, they themselves have unknowingly

set this disease in motion.

Loving motive the carrier

and basis of perception and experience the bacteria.

Let people who claim to know

direct our lives and lead us elsewhere,

when there is God right in front,

silenced only by our desire to seek His will from others;

or others who play the will of God in our lives.

Love and care can maim and hurt

unknowingly and unwillingly;

but those who inject that seed

are not the ones who truly suffer in the end.

How I long for the days

when friends will just be truly happy for you

and not project their lives

into the story God is shaping for you.

- I -

Let my soul dance with Your's

as I come before You as I am...

strip me of my flesh

and lay bare my spirit

that my heart may breathe once again

and let my mind be at rest.

Ignite my passions

and let my soul's breast

beat to Your rhythm

as I seek Your face.

Fill me.

Feel me.

Embrace me with Your love again.

Fill Me

Let my heart cry

as I seek Your Face;

known only to those of the intimate

I yearn to be among them.

Captured

is my heart and Your love alone

sets it free to love again.

You call me by Name,

and I struggle to respond.

Wretched body!

For how long must I writhe in pain?

For how long must I deny myself?

I yearn to drink in the Fullness of You,

to come to a knowing-

not only of minds, but of hearts as well.

Feel my soul and find it wanting,

more of You.

Immerse me in You.

So I cry unashamed

in front of the vast audience of no one,

and I hope and pray

that the drought within me

shall finally be drenched

in life giving waters:

You.

Defying Gravity

I lie here, drifting between waking and dreaming,

feeling your absence; the sun casts its rays on me-

as if it was trying to replace the warmth of your touch

or the heat your presence brings.

I long for you...

thoughts and memories of you consume me;

filling every crevice of my mind with the image of your smile

or the sound of your laughter.

Memories of your touch and the depth of your eyes

would send my body into aching frustration;

you are so near yet so far.

Indescribable sadness dances with me

as my heart and soul reflect what my body feels:

a burning desire for you that only can be quenched

when our skin touches and the depths of my gaze

would search the windows of your soul;

satiated only when your lips would rest on mine

as I breathe in your scent, your hands knowing me

as my hands come to know you-

finally we meet in this moment of pure bliss,

as we both find ourselves defying gravity.

Drowning in a sea of voices,
each anchored to its own face;
a personality unto itself.
I look for my lifeline-
straining every nerve and muscle to hear your voice-
that I may reach out and hold it;
that I may reach out and hold on to you.
Doubling its rhythm, my heart beats faster
as I grasp your hand;
wanting to feel the warm embrace your love gives,
surpassed only by the love of The Maker.

I finally find you and hold on;
not wanting to let go...
not wanting to be parted from you

again.


-M-

Colorful Gray


Pitter-patter goes the rain drops,
drumming a subtle rhythm
on tin roofs and plastic pails

as a violin line plays sweetly
against the contrapuntal approach of a Theremin whistle
resting against a folk guitar.

Funny how you can lose sight
and yet see all the colors
in a gray and drab afternoon...

Pizzicato strings playing minor sevens
while a suspended fourth leaves you hanging,
waiting for the resolution that never comes.

So I end up sipping a cup of tea.

Ebb

Look into my eyes
and know me.

Seek the depths of who I am
then pass judgment.

Lipless smiles and dry tears
paint the cacophony of people who
carry the banner of friendship...

do they really care?

You look down on me,
and I know...

I know with surety in my heart
and confidence in my breast
that I am accepted.

I am loved.
I.
Am.
Loved.

Your smile paints the sunset
and Your laughter calls out the sun

and still I find it overwhelming to realize
that I am the apple of Your eye.

I am Your crowning glory.
Yet I am but dust.

You know me,
You have always known me...
more than I know myself,
more then they know me...

You have accepted and have embraced...
all. of. me.

Yet you claim to know me...
presenting to the world your "understanding" of my heart,
a poorly judged, misguided fallacious representation if I may add...

You love me,
yet you claim to love me.

The ebb and flow of two tides
tug on the fringes of my soul.

To You I surrender.

Deafmute


Silence.

I know not if it is from my heart
or from the depths of my soul,
but I find the bittersweetness
of where I am a quickening of reality.

The night breeze caresses my skin,
tracing every curve and line of my being...
an outline of who I am,
an outline of me.

Is it because that I am at a loss of words
that I find myself standing in the midst of Silence,
completely wrapped in this cocoon of drought?
Has my pen run dry?

Have my lips failed me?

Is this a betrayal of my heart?
A mutiny of mixed emotions
that sail the seas of my inner being...
a tempest of life?

The cool night air embraces me in the end,
a parody of comfort I guess...
I wrap my arms around me
and walk back in to the release of tomorrow.