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Jean Mar 2019
Lord please meet me here
at the foot of your cross.

I will bow down
right before you,
sing my praise
to your name.
For uou have done
such great things for us.
You have called
your heaven down
to the broken world below you.
O! You cleanse
me to the shade
of your innocence.
For you heal the world
after we broke it.

Lord please meet me here
at the foot of your cross.
Composed 3.21.19
Candi Mar 2019
I lay in the dark under your blanket of warmth
Tears trickle out of my eyes
Overcome with emotions, passion, and desire
Searching for the truth in the lies

Feeling the pain in every word you sang
The sounds vibrate through and through
I replay every phase you've said
Anything to feel closer to you

I feel the weight aching deep within
Deep down inside my core
I close my eyes looking for answers
But instead of answers my questions grow more

Here I shall just lay in this sweet surrender
Leaving my heart exposed and raw
Emotions so true are rare for me
So tonight, I welcome them all
11-09-18
EmVidar Mar 2019
Today you spoke first
Grimacing as you do
Knowing, nobody means anything to you
even me because how could I


-em vidar
part of the unconventional love series
Emma Ely Mar 2019
She calls to me
to come and witness
her dance with the moon.

She calls to me
to come and feel
her healing touch.

She calls to me
to come and surrender to
her warm embrace.

She calls to me
to return to
her safe and nourishing womb.

She calls to me
to begin again in
her loving presence.
Longing for the sea...
Mel Williams Mar 2019
I want to get out
To run away.
Far from here.
Far from you.
But you are a mirage that travels with me,
A line of coke the addict can't fight.
You steal inside me, like a bear in winter.
You are biding your time,
As I bide mine.
For the fight.
The eventual fire of our meeting, yet again.

It's the same fight.
The same surrender,
Again and again.
A repeating cycle of fists thrown backward against the wall.

Tell me if you have time for this, still,
After all these years,
Because I'm not so sure that I do,
Anymore.
I'm not so sure that I owe you the audience.

Stop traveling with me.
Stop biting me with your sharp claws
And even more twisted stipulations.
I'm over you.
At least I think I am.
At least I'd like to be.

Why can't you be water under the bridge?
Evaporated under a resilient pink sky.
Why can't I be the pink sky?
Soaring over everything that is temporary.

One day I will be.
I know I will.
I just wish it was today.
But instead
I wait in trepidation for tomorrow.
I wait for the day that your shadow stops stalking me,
The day your voice stops echoing in my ears.
Won't the mirror break?
Won't you stop calling if I stop picking up the phone?
Only time will tell.
Only time knows your true power.
Or maybe you die with me.
Maybe you end when I end.

If that is so,
We have many more miles to fight.
Many more miles to see.
Many more fists to fly.

I just wish you would surrender.
I just wish you would surrender so I didn't have to.
Why can't you be the half that breaks?
Permanently this time.
I'm begging you, break away from me.
Break into pieces.
Break, so I no longer have to.
marianne Feb 2019
I pray
I pray fire
furnace roar from your centre
circling cells, sparking breath, spirit
rising

I pray honey
warm milk sober flow
as gauze, to shield and sooth
your wound

I pray kitchen tonic
sweet ferment, anise spice
molasses bitter—the nourish
and gather

I pray leaf and flower
brewed to healing power

I pray squirrel play
great leap, and hover—  
catch and clamber
chase and chatter

I pray snowdrop
nestled in cold darkness, knowing spring
always follows winter

I pray river
ancient friend steering you to salty depths
and home

I pray sun gaze deep breath full surrender
I pray blue sky long view
sleep’s cover
I pray love of a mother
I pray
For my mum, and Susie, both who are nursing broken hearts.
Elaine Everdeen Feb 2019
Grow, grow
my sweet despair
Grow as big
that none compare

Mirror seas
and level skies
Leave no blank
'til your demise

Hide the world
with darkened light
Cover goodness
out of sight

Take all life
within each soul
Eat it quick
Eat it whole
Say this as though stirring a cauldron of boiling turmoil
Melissa Veilleux Feb 2019
Life was so promising
The surprise baby was born
The youngest of three
As time went by- he grew
His personality started to shine through
Born sinners, we all go astray from the womb,
Of course rebellion and sin were already built in.
But God gifted him much,
Oh that he’d surrender these gifts to him!
How different the picture would be than what it’s become
The black droplets of sin have stained this life that could have been-
frustration and anger
Numbness and explosions,
It’s a normal day.
There’s no where to go or run away
From the numbness yet loudness of it all
There is no real rest,
Only manufactured from substances,
The escape of lust
Only leaving more emptiness to try and fill up.
The purpose is gone, did it ever arrive?
Day by day, he just survived
There’s much laughing and fun,
But it’s been forever since the inside has seen the sun
To where will he run?
There’s another picture- another life he could live
In the arms of a Father who never forsook one of His kids,
None who have trusted Him have been put to shame
No never, no matter how much they have left in pursuit of His name.
There’s One with nail pierced hands
Who’s love for this child cost Him so much, His very life
A love so deep it heals the pain
So vast it would consume this child’s life if he only came,
To the Fountain of Life, who is the light of men.
how different his story could be,
After surrendering to this lowly King;
Who left His glory behind to become a man, weak and despised
But He bore our sin- so that we could have the chance to live for Him.
He is not forceful or demanding, He calls, He knocks
But He’ll never kick down the doors to a closed-off heart
oh the beauty of Him! Worth immeasurably more than all the pleasures this  world could give-
The satisfaction and rest He brings from within-
There is no peace apart from Him.

What could this life be like in the hands of my God? Healing, freedom, I hear the songs he could sing!
This peace I drink of, this mercy freely given,
This blood that cleanses the blackest of sin
That he’d receive it! That he’d be set free.
I too once was blind but now I see.
For now. I do not know what will be.
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