Monthly Archives: March 2018

Extend your hands Pass me your voice I no longer believe in emptiness May what grows Blossom in me Until the visible Is no more.

The scars across my heart Mirrored in my Father’s tears You wear my shame I am now innocent I had to die today Because you promise me The triumph of love.

Magpies smashing windscreens A woman confesses her sins You once packed boxes You once coughed up tears You never laid a hand In each dream you buried deep Crows eyeing your treasure From nowhere You know that you are blessed.

You wear the shame of my confusion Nails drilled through your palms Love becomes the vein That welcomes me to the promise The beauty that you gave me Strengthened me Enriches my heart With the glory of your enduring grace.

Yellow lipstick mercy Shines without scorching Sorrow tinted compassion Leaves no shadows In the red soil of flesh You release forlorn hope For the cross is something You get nailed to.

It would be impossible to swim Chasing the sunrise Beautiful and refreshing I feel your eyes Burning into my face The simple gesture of extending your hand To mine To care and listen Alive in love.

Within us a living psalm A portrait of immortality The desire to dance Revelation arises Ageless Divinely guided Where there is no story Only love.

The shape of nothing happening Receiving visions In her eyes Let it go Slowly open your cold eyelids It’s hard to believe in emptiness When glory floods the land And an eternal rock Makes all things new.

Meandering shadows Dissolve in light As raindrops Hang on plastic curtains Discovering Your eyes Caught in mirror Your first words Still accompany me.

Where time slows Half-submerged Nearly dissolved In liquid light The drowned future Drifts dreamily towards Its whispered elevation