The Firelight In Your Eyes

In the dark I can see,
reflected, weaving and waving,
in this blessed early morning moment,
the firelight in your eyes.

Your lips, full, pained, hurt,
whisper out an injured stream,
while I memorize your eyes,
and the mirrored flame of your soul.

And I am struck dumb,
feeble words wretch forth,
anguished to see you lifted and built up,
to fan the heart and the flicker still there.

Who am I,
that I should be the one here,
so lacking, failing even in this,
to blow these embers back to life.

But God–this is not of me–
but God–in spite of me–
He can take you in the hollow of His hands,
and blow your embers back to Life.

When we part ways,
the morning darkness hides us,
when I hold you again, once and again,
heat rushes into me, melting the cold of many moonless ages.

In the darkness, parting, again I look deep in your eyes,
and the warmth of your embrace rushes out from me,
but my prayer has ascended to Him Eternal, that I see you again,
and the firelight in your eyes.

 

 

 

 

 

Anaverse for this February Twenty-ninth

Anaverse for this February Twenty-ninth

Four years have passed
since the day that never was and
I find myself here again,
in this unwanted moment,
this day that never belonged,
this February Twenty-ninth

I was running that year
full strength, head strong
hurtling right off the edge

where I remain, still.

Sick now, pained now,
wearied soul, and forlorn

over empty space where I remain, still.

No sign from above has appeared
to save me though many below bludgeon and harass.
I am lost
but I still hold my ground.

Here is where I hold my ground
and here is where I make my stand
for her my beloved,
for the hand of my beloved.

Here has been, and is, my leap of faith,
caught in between, caught in the middle,
on this day so-called,
this February Twenty-ninth.

A Clear Sky

A Clear Sky

A clear sky above thee
A night sky beckons me
To recall again
Your name upon my lips

Bright points shining in space
In constellations across the black they race
Beautiful magnificence
Your name upon my lips

Crisp and clear cold nights air
Revives and refreshes all that is fair
Breath taken, life given
Your name upon my lips

Sigh and pain awaken
Sad and lonesome forsaken
Sorrow and anguish billow
Your name upon my lips

Oh the clear sky of night
When you rest within my sight
All sorrow gone, all grief forgotten
Your name upon my lips

A clear sky beckons
For you and for me
To watch and behold God’s vast glory
And in the stars writ our name and our story

In this smile…

In this smile, this beautiful creation, joy bursts forth from the form of her comely curves. From lush strokes of warm pink she speaks harmony into the world. Her song fills this place.

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The Fourth Year

The fourth year is a dead, dry sea of shifting sands. Each week is a new staggering climb to crest a new mountain of sand, to be greeted again by another vicious valley and one more dead, dry sea of shifting sands.

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In this brush…

In this brush, quarks flip topsy-turvy, up and down, top to bottom, charming strange electrons and protons to smash together in orbital attraction, while excited gluons carry chaotic forces. In this brush, a quantum world explodes, rockets skyward shattering every stratosphere in its path, and lays bear a crescendo of crashing realities.

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In this hour…

In this hour, I awake to find you awake. I’ve seen you here before, but not from this place. It seems fitting then that I have lost mine. In this hour, even this hour, I know His hand is at work.

Out late, up late, I don’t know which – but concern, and troubling jealously, turn within me, and I can do nothing but let what may inspire my pen to comfort you in some unknown hour to come.

You’re restless, and I worry, but I’m strangely comforted by ills, forgotten, that brought me here to conscious moment, here, in this hour, to see you and plan for your good.

In this hour, I awake to find you awake. I know the many reasons why, so I do what only I can do: I pray to God above, this night, to care and love you through.