She wears the long black dress of desolation
It swirls with heavy motion as she walks
It’s been in her closet many years
And she really never thought she’d need to wear it

When she finally takes it out, it’s dusty on the shoulders
And she freshens it with a dampened cloth
She is surprised that it still fits her
Since she’s grown much bigger over time

Her whole world lays in shattered pieces on the carpet
She needs to gather them into a bag
To put out for the Friday trash-man pickup
But though she looks, she cannot find a broom.

She puts the bigger pieces in a basket
And collects the tiny shards on masking tape
It’s obvious it can’t be reassembled
So tomorrows hopes must stay there on the floor.

She does not choose a souvenir to keep
From the wreckage of her plans and dreams
She’s seen the circus and the rodeo
So why save pieces of the carousel.

She tidies up and shuts the door
To live in other nearby rooms
So she won’t step on memories
Or trample hopes into the rug.

Tomorrow she’ll tie a red sash on her dress
Don hat and gloves and make her way
Across the bridge to meet the road
That leads to new beginnings
And a broom.
                 ljm

something is wrong with the pendulum
above; my chest has been carved
into new designs;
I am awake with a claw in my head;
I am asleep with nutrient-rich vision;

last night I dreamt
that gnats clouded out from my mouth
as though they were seeding the earth

and I was stupefied; when I awoke,
cold sweat in both hands, I recognized

that apocalyptic mornings
with magma-like light
dripping new over dew,
and the cold stone of night

are a separate entity
from the splinter inside of me

give me that space between
hunter and hunted
where even in mastic war
one can chew stillness.

Whether I live, or die, laugh, or cry, Jesus is all that I need.
In the silence pain of our Heart , when we are here all alone.
The throbbing emptiness that still linger deep within one soul.
Cause nobody can fill that void that belongs to the Creator God.
When you are all alone in the dead of night, in the silence of night.
Only Christ is there then to hold you tight in the cold of the night.
For only He knows what you are really going through right now.
For He is God and Man alone, Creator of the Heavens and the Earth.
For only He can save you from this world , and from h3ll itself.
Also only He knows the true aching of your Heart and your Soul.
Only can His Love save you in the very end, only Christ can save you.
For the reality is Christ Love you enough to send others your way.

Do you know where we are from?
Do you know where we've been?
Do you know where you've set foot?
Do you hear the wind?

Suffocating to breathe
Living with need

Do you believe in something more?
Do you know what we have in store?
Do you trust what you have been given?
Do what you must,
bleed and you are forgiven
Driven into a frenzy of loathing of hate
Brittle bones turn to ash
We are the red moon
We are opposites destined to clash