Silver Chair

Silver Chair,
how I hate you!
You’re always there, lurking,
at the end of every good thing!
(Stealing away every pleasure!)

Silver Chair,
how I hate your lies!
You tell me all this wasn’t,
while all the while I know it was! It was!
(You took it away!)

Temptation, come my way!
Lured and trapped,
sheep to the slaughter!

Silver Chair,
how I hate your words!
You speak to me of dos and donts,
but I know of your weels and your wonts!
(Cast it to the ground!)

Silver Chair,
how I hate your angles!
You make meaningless my pleasure
and you show me my measure!
(Burn bright to the ground!)

Temptation, come my way!
Lurid and tainted,
sheep to the slaughter!

Silver Chair,
trouble me no more!
You’re gone within minutes,
why should I care.
(Why do you care?)

Silver Chair,
how I hate what you show!
You show me what’s ugly…
you show me myself.
(Don’t show me myself.)

Temptation, come my way.
Bruised and broken,
sheep to the shear.

Silver Chair,
don’t leave me here!
You’re already gone,
you’ve left me alone.
(Don’t leave me alone.)

Silver Chair,
why did you go?
I want what you do.
Clarity. You do clarity.
(Clearly. You show me clearly.)

Temptation, go away.
Broken and beaten,
crushed underfoot.

Silver Chair,
you bring me clarity.
You put everything in its place.
All weights are set correct.
(Gravity sets all a’right.)

Silver Chair!
Reflector of my heart!
Don’t go!
You’re gone.
(I want to go with you.)

Temptation, get behind me!
Beaten and lost,
crushed under your foot!

Silver Chair,
you were never the thing were you?
You cleared the air, brought sanity to madness,
so I could find myself clearly.
(Clearly. So I could find You clearly.)

God,
have mercy on me,
a sinner!

 

Sanctus Valentinus: Behind the Verse

Oh, Saint, to your name, thereof,
My question is this, what is love?

On a warm summer’s day, sunshine beaming down on country fields, and in the vibrant spring of my life, many, many years ago now, I once spoke these fateful words to a certain girl I liked very much: I don’t know what love is. What precipitated this sad half-truth was a silly conversation, strewn with longing undertones and yearning unsaids. Half-truth, I call it, and still do, even from the moment the words slipped from my mouth. I knew I could love, I believed I had been doing it for some time, but with such an abstract term, complicated by our overuse, I still wondered at, and was haunted by, the question: What is love?

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Daniel didn’t Know

In the Book of Daniel, in the second chapter, is told the story of King Nebuchadnezzar, of his dream which his wise men and magicians could not tell him, and of Daniel, a captive from conquered Judah, whose God was a revealer of secrets.

In the Book of Daniel, in the second chapter, is told the story of King Nebuchadnezzar, of his dream which his wise men and magicians could not tell him, and of Daniel, a captive from conquered Judah, whose God was a revealer of secrets.

In the story, the king wanted his wise men to tell him his dream and its interpretation. They replied they could tell the interpretation of the dream if he would tell them the dream itself. As happens to many, when you wake up you may be troubled by a dream but sometimes you can’t remember specifics about the dream. Such was the case of the king. He couldn’t tell him his dream and he knew if he told his wise men anything they would also make up anything.

So, the king commands all the wise men and magicians of the land to be killed because they can’t tell him his dream.

Daniel hears this, however, and asks the king for some time. The time he asks for is to wait and trust that God will deliver him, his friends, and the wise men, by revealing the dream and its interpretation.

Daniel didn’t know.

Daniel didn’t even have a clue that God wanted him to be the one to find out the dream and its interpretation but Daniel had faith in his God.

Only later, in a vision, perhaps while sleeping, was Daniel shown the dream and its interpretation.

That is faith. Selah.

Nebuchadnezzar