Memory

She walked at a conversation’s pace
Along the pebbles and shore
She pronounced her inklings perfectly
Promising mystery

Until a fragrance touched her face
That memory with a flood and a fade
That odour of remembrance
That memory of love

But love is not just a memory
In a place where Heaven resides
Love is an eternal promise
With everlasting life

My own wits and brains
Not enough to convey
A Truth about this day and age
That it is not the end of all life

What would you rather believe

That the God of gods who is Love in a Dove
Descended already and is pouring out grace?

Or that the devil’s grip on the world
Will tear this world to pieces in a flash?

Either case is true and not
Like a quantum bit you only see
Depends entirely
On an invisibly tiny thread of hope…

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Unexpected

Well that was unexpected
The Cup of Wrath before me
So here I will deliberate
Before I drink or pour
To which you can respond
I thought if there be silence I pour
But I chose to drink it anyway
Sparing not even a drop for my enemy
So in an instant and in waves like the pangs of birth
The pain and anguish made me into a crucifix again
To endure it with the God of gods
With the King of kings
Is an honour I gladly sing
Now I am shaking like a reed in a violent storm
So that you will not have to
May the Holy Spirit ease the suffering
Let them breathe
Let Love
Oh God…

What Is Left

I suppose I might be done writing
But only about certain things
The only thing left that matters
Is your love of this Dove

No one knows anymore
No one knows what love is
Nor how we should be living
Nor how we should be loving

The feeling that wrought wrangled me
The decision to leap
So You leaped
Leaped right straight into My Heart

Heaven is indeed there
As I Am in the Amen
It was I who spoke
In the stillness of the deep and silent waters
Before the water broke

Tears

Trust what is in your heart
Not what is in your deVICES
The Lord is building up
And you are tearing down and off

Tears not tears for my spine
This locution has me reeling
The smells, the sounds
O what a sight to behold!
As the barbs stick with a smack
To rip off that flesh
Evil enjoyed that
Now it is my turn…

Fading Now

If it is all in my head
I want to be dead
Because I am that anyway
To you and to them
So I will fade away
Echoing what only remains
That is what you and they want
Is it not?

Alas, I am trampled on by hate
With a looming disconnected date
That this is the worst possible way
To get attention
But I never wanted the attention
I only wanted to live to love and be loved
So I lived to the former
Was skimped on the latter
I will not stamp and rage
But quietly fade away…