Chase

“If not,” I wonder, where now would I be?
If not for all Your thunder and Your tiresome, meddling Grace;
If not, if You could only set me free.

If not for our apostate tendency;
If not for the unspeakables that I read in her face
If not, I wonder where now we would be.

If not were I anchored in your shoreless sea;
If not, if only that gulf of years could I erase;
If not, if you could please just set me free.

If not so brightly shone His light on me
If not, lit only by the stars could I her path retrace?
If not, I wonder then where I would be.

If not, if Your love weren’t a guarantee;
If not, then I would still be run down by this worldly chase.
But if not, then only You can set me free.

If not by my own dirt-stained hand I bleed,
If not, I rise and fall, filled with His breath always.
“If not,” I wonder, where now would I be?
If not, if You could only set me free.

We drift like lifeless satellites, dreaming dreams as one,
Till we assume the hands of the Carpenter and raise the beams as one.

Light collides with my eyes and shatters; I gather fragments in the dark,
My thousand lazy suns are candles; so brightly gleams His one.

The complacent soul totters in dutifully to add links to his chain.
Each heart’s a temple, not a prison, though it often seems as one.

Old times, we whisper back and forth, each word a wasted kiss.
We see each other in ourselves, two souls redeemed as one.

I’m near You closest when I fear You, and love You still the same,
Two brilliant converse faces, binding two extremes as one.

I may never know the way you taste but still, I’ve heard you sing
And I know you’ve dreamt of a time when you and I convene as one.

Go forth, He says, and join My body, be its faithful tongue
Draw a roaring river from all My wayward streams, as one.

Mirrors

The human soul is a liquid mirror
that wells inside as we are filled
to the brim with Life-giving waters:
Washing away the stain of sin,
Expanding as we learn and grow
to reflect a partial revelation
of His unfathomable visage.

And when that same light from your eyes
in abundance overflows,
in a moment I know what it means to wait.
For surely there will come a time
when there is no more yours and mine
and we, as one, become His alone.

Yet try as I might I can’t forget
that phantom flame as it burns dull,
the folly of transgressions past.
And as you fade into that realm
I smile sadly, powerless,
And thank the Lord for second chances.

Pages

The Lord our God gives us
a SaviorFatherSpirit.
Redemption from the insane,
respite from the inane,
revelation in the
most mundane of all things.

He puts a platinum sheen
on what initially seems
a gross perversion.
A kiss is much sweeter
after we smile and part,
and stare into the dark
at a vivid outline
of all that He intends.

And drawn to burn alone
by an eldorado glare,
we are instead led through
becoming eternal
torches bearing the flame
of God, superseding
the pain that we asked for.

And when the ray of light
Dances across the floor,
I throw my foot in the door,
catching a fleeting glimpse
of the glory forever,
And enjoying my chance
to be part of the story.

!

For once (again) I’d like to babble, irreverantly
without being so
Cal
Cue
Late
Ting
about the placement of
Everyfuckingletter.
Allow every sprightly syllallable to dance dissolutely
to the brazen beat of my
ratatatatatatatatfufukfuckFuckFUCKFUCK
tourretic turntable
(Regrettable, really).

Does that necessitate an apology?
That question does.
I’m sorry.

i want to punctuate;
Irresponsibly?
and begin each sentence with an infant eye
(in an effort to further diminish the word for self).
It smacks of Cherogance
to stand so high and lonely on an equal grammatical Sinai with the
Almighty.

iamagoldengodiamagoldengodiamagoldengodiamagoldengodiamagoldengodiamagolden
God help me.

Maybe someday
I’ll find that same freedom in Form.