Morning Quiet

Awakened by the thunderstorm,
Safe in His hands I return the dream
As if the actors stopped the play
Until I returned from being awake

And when the scenes drifted away
And my dreams started to fade
Quiet light surrounded me
No more electricity

Children approached to say good morning
None of their voices hampered by buzzing noises
Just the morning, the sun, the quiet calm
The joy

Eventually, the electricity returns
Voices grows louder
The sound of forks and plates clinking together
As the breakfast table is occupied.

And so are my thoughts, occupied
Thoughs of His goodness, His mercy and grace,
And those of clinging, and those of longing
Thankful for now, and for the hope of a better place.

You Lift Me Up

I may have seemed to be alone
In the back of the church
Few passed by with greetings
Brief conversations ensued

But my spirit was engrossed
In the music filling that the space
Not the space around
But the space within

I knew the voice
When it came from a child
But now it dwells in maturity
Expressing a song purified for Christ

Travel to that distant place was not planned
And distress was my companion
But entering on the holy ground
Heavenly music was all around

This spiritual place of Saints
Perfect people not at all
But the there was a perfect One there
Living in the Saints, you could hear it in the air

No Oil and Dew

No oil, no dew
No Godframe too
Minus teamdplus
What's become of us

I pay 100 bucks a week
An utterance I may speak
I confess, I did foresee
The counselor lasted only 4 weeks

And here I am, typing to you
Not just because I know not what to do
(Truth be told, as it must)
I was relying on Hope and Trust

We know our flaws, all too well
And know that we don't know
How many more we could tell
Still, the accuser stands pointing at us

I can only bend on my knees
and point to the cross.

I weep and don't know why
Surrounded by silence,

Not a victory cry.

One Year

Over one year has passed since my last post. I have more to say, but haven't yet. Don't dismiss my absence as a form of procrastination. There is a monster lurking in the corner. I continue to ignore it, hoping it will ignore me. The clock is ticking.