I lay on the pyre burning . . . bleeding . . . longing for my flesh to be finished completely stripped away Sometimes pouring is preceded by drilling And joy so thrilling interspersed by lengths of crying burning . . . bleeding . . . whispering away the trauma of old or newer lies my Lover hears my cries and calls me on to sing it all
Lately I've been thinking of dipping myself in paint and throwing myself on a canvas Every epithelial particle leaving its own mark But I cannot place my every cell in colors for most lie underneath my skin and in the dark
Lately I've been thinking of writing out all the words I know the ones better than "thing" shocking sentiment in shaking sentences But I cannot write forever to encompass my whole being
No splash of colors can express me . . . No never ending line of diction could . . . Make Me Known
Was there ever an instant in time When I wasn't in your mind? Every piece of DNA and RNA In full breath and 3D meaning Along with every word I speak? Did you think of me at the parting of the Red Sea? When everyone thinks You would have been preoccupied Am I in Your every moment My blue and purple hues stretching further than a canvas of the sky? if there are moments for You El Roi! The God Who Sees Me I am ever in Your sights You smile with each sigh
and again your warm arms lift me up Though I was cast upon the wintry ground My bones cried out and my miserable tears poured down Again Your warm arms lift me up
I cannot see what lies in front the hill I march upon is steep (though not the sheer before) All I know: I've moved ahead a square upon the Great Lord's board A new rope is on my shoulder Another stripe of gold
wondrous conundrum perplexing sublimation that as I build the fires in other's hearts my own brightness grows to unclothe for the naked is to find ever increasing layers on my skin Giving out gold only to find my glinting hands fuller Placing rubies in my sister's crown and finding my own circlet more heavy
Have you ever held the hand of a man who worked for a living? A construction worker A carpenter A tower repair man? That’s what my God’s hands are like Capable Strong Warm and Ever-ready
it’s tears and weeping groaning struggles that tear down what keeps us from you Only pain can take us teach us to enter Your spirit dimension the waters of suffering wash the ***** windows of our eyes grimed from day to day lies We can’t keep the dirt from building up until pain teaches us to cry cry quickly to wash it all away in honesty And in that moment we catch clearer glimpses of You Slowly memorizing Your form and face until we can trust even when our eyes are closed and grimed
You cannot hunger and thirst for righteousness until you have hungered and thirsted To gain in spirit is to lose in flesh No one learns a deep lesson from a place of comfort
I wash your feet with my tears bringing every overflow of my heart to You I do not have to turn away or hide my face in wait for composure You ask to see it all so I place my present in Your presence
I was born on the outside raised by ones who some might call commoners But a different song sang through their blood I was born as an outcast rescued from the cruel I was taught adoption is a way of life For those cradled in the arms of the world Drink all they want from her breast They do not ask for my love It is only the outcasts who see my open arms as a balmy haven and come to rest Away from Windy earth for a moment Come And I will love You You need only to ask You need only to stay And I will share my bread with you a meal for one becomes more when stretched for two
It is agony to die, to live in death to wait as He says wait to breathe as He says breathe to rise as He says rise It is Joy to be lifted up! But achingly so slowly as He shakes away the dust and grave clothes
I am a bright light and I defy all walls and prisons With Holy Fire I devour boxes like paper shreds but I’ve just begun to burn and I’m only an ember compared to my future A Roaring Burning I will not hide the glory of the One inside me Like oxygen and diesel it is He who feeds me I am but the pottery that must crumble away until I am a skeleton lampstand Leaving a Naked Flame