Friday, November 25, 2011

At the crossroads

Standing here,
Edging back,
So many thoughts,
The voices they call.
Show me the mirror,
Call me my name,
Speak of my heart
It's jewels and it's gems.
Remind me of courage
To know and believe
To live and to learn
To rise and to fly.
Still my mad yearnings
Let the applause fade
I'm standing at the crossroads
Entire and alone.
Here at the crossroads,
No signs to guide
Here at the crossroads
The untrodden path calls.
Here,
Now.
At the crossroads.


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Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Eternity calls us to surrender.

Open your eyes.
clear your mind.
cease your thoughts
step back.
close the books,
becoming prayerless
stop searching,
defining,
knowing
and sure.

there are sunsets unseen
yet painted,
a glory
for an instance
displayed.

there are universes,
constellations,
suns,
moons,
stars
never seen,
declaring
a beauty hidden for all eternity.

we frame our spirituality
in what we know,
we confine it 
by rejecting
what we don't.
yet,
more real,
more wondrous,
there is an eternity
that declares
more than we
could ever ask,
or think.

Yet,
we shrink into our frail
and feeble knowledge
demanding that we know all things
dismissing all others.

Larger than life,
deeper than an ocean
of oceans,
a mystery that speaks our language
whilst refusing to be bound by it.

Open your eyes.
clear your mind.
cease your thoughts
step back.
close the books,
becoming prayerless
stop searching,
defining,
knowing
and sure.

be found.



Tuesday, November 22, 2011

enough.

There comes a time,
when you hear the cry of your heart,
there comes a time,
when your soul refuses to be quiet.
When the disappointments,
and sadnesses,
the injustice and bitterness
cries out:

enough.

enough of this pretence,
enough of this dance,
enough of these songs
melodies and words.
can I hold my tongue once more
whilst pouring out my heart,
can I plead for forgiveness
whist the hungry beast
seeks to devour.
Ah yes,
the hungry beast,
full of praises
prayers
and poisons.
blind,
deaf
spewing out bile.
in Jesus name.

enough.

Friday, November 18, 2011

Silence

Silence.
My mind whirs,
restless,
cascading thoughts,
endless,
i'm pacing back and forth,
pointless,
silence.

perhaps I'm deaf,
or my thoughts speak too loud,
perhaps I'm blind
lost in a crowd
of expectations
craving solitude
dreading
alienation.

silence.