I'll follow You until the end
for 'tis this broken heart You mend
for 'tis Your broken body,
now my bread

in the moment where You bled
into this wine glass You commend
communion to us,
to You my Friend

death will never have us part
'tis known from the start

His nails driven for us
His wails cried for us
this must be the Love
'tis my soul that Thou do love.

--Nelize 2016--

my face shaped hearty
I only see you partly
as you join my nocturnal party
I heard you miles away
your sounds as clear as day

birds of a feather
I cannot figure whether
humans are trusty
when they ruin my forestry

swoop towards your arm
in dead silent charm
my evolutionary armory
are truly my 'viving beauty

I claw down my goal
in aerodynamic prowl
feasting on successive bowl
my ornithologic growl
is my greet to you any howl.

when they see this steadfast tree
rising up with strength and spree
trees that see this then realize
but choose to hush and wave their lies
with moving arms and gossip leaves
they choose to blind themselves with ease
but I, this steadfast tree, can not defy
the Blessing descending from the Sky
to honor loneliness and pain
and reward the life I gain
through perseverance and visions
purpose driven through regions.

waves tossing from left to right
my hope crashes against the next wave's might
quivering in fear of what would seem
to be the end of this never ending dream
slowly but surely this life will drown
without the help of the One with the Crown
thorns of beauty, thorns of grace
these tides cannot reach the place
where souls are snatched from distress
my SOS heard, saved from opress
oh Mark, how wondrous the word of your word,
my storms are calmed through our Saviour's loud Word!

from the smallest batch to the largest hatch
these cold fleshed beings are hard to catch
lurking slowly in dark places, but quick to find sight
when the cuisine arrives for their morning bite.
pellets, minerals, early catching worms
between swirling and dancing ferns
these wide finned beauties will show you a trait
making it hard to see them as bait
skittish and scattering from left to right,
to watch them and ponder is my true delight.

frail and short lived I tell a story
a message stronger than any force
I could leave an eternal memory
my thorns may show you no remorse.

sinuous, curvaceous as a woman's figure
my green arms open to show you my beauty
my looks are seen as a treasure
until petals fall from expired romantic treaty.

I witness true love and secret affairs
opposites in life now come in pairs
heavenly white, deceiving black
why does my purpose seem to have lack?
bashful pink, scarlet red
my lively appeal has now been shed.