I should have left.
That first moment,
when my heart convulsed.

But i was stubborn,
I didn’t.
I stayed.
I had to know.
I had to risk it.

The body knows,
before the mind does.

Some truths whisper first,
shatter later.

A discarded white canvas,
that stares with hazy eyes.
It sees me contemplating
as I smile and cry.
  
I try intuition.
I try to forget the insults,
the petty competition.
  
Yet, the ink flows not
and the infinite cackles.
A million choices,
a singular outcome.
A singularity of
a dozen truths,
a dozen lies,
and a dozen perspectives.
  
“What do I say?”
  
The canvas smiles,
and my heart giggles.
  
They open their mouths to answer.
  
“Be as you are.”

As the bridegroom bittersweet The sound so gentle to the ear Perhaps angels has brought it Down newborn on their wings

Song not of earth always near When light her hand has kiss
Saw in eyes along heaven hid soul of life saved by promise

Whisper that lingers a meaning
Last breath in before a scream Carries out the land reason be Consider freedom stead peace

Fires that burns more of ashes Winged by smoke was set free A call as unanswered accepted Echoing true as untold yet still

In language of new it speaks Carved into silence as beauty Into four directions of winds With flames dances on fields

Strange enough one to think
To ask of god a sign if this is it If hour at come kingdom near At marvel of a prophet like him

One look enough for anybody Foolish enough had believed Second born from life to live
As truth done had love to be.

That listened perhaps hears Question answered so to be Time to name if not already
As one who comes a nobody

As told had come to exactly
At hour unknown as a thief
In a world noone can tell if
But that isnt a fault nor a sin

As roses red not of blushing
When looked at like morning
Comes at hearts have dream
Fire burned as proof in need

Lost on ways of one too many
In a world so bright a blindin
Or dark as blind as the minute
Of the hour now a then to be

Word of made all what granted
To call my the name you did
The second at last come to be
Is the second of that minute.

Soul of tender as suger sweet
Voice art flowers whispering
The color a star unfold a field
Into a meadow heart singing.

Kingdom of heaven upon thee
Rejoyce a happiness in secret
Keep untold as dear eversince
As long have longed for each.

Like the song had come to be
From forests of highest trees
In voice of every bird that will
of love that god was pleased.

You…

with your eyes fixed on fire,
on skies that never blink.
You’ve memorized verses,
but forgotten how to think.

You search the wind for commands,
while hearts beat beside you,
unheard.
You shout the name of God
but miss Him in a stranger’s word.

Look down, brother.
No-“ - look around.
See the dust,
the children,
the cracks in the ground.
That’s where truth spills,
quiet as rain.
That’s where faith lives
not in thunder,
but in pain.

There’s no ladder to climb,
no sky to ascend.
The divine is not distant
He’s the hand of a friend.

So loosen your grip.
Unfold your fists.
The kingdom you seek
already exists.

You are in the bathroom,
Fixing your hair the way you like it.

The steam from your shower
is setting into the bedroom now.
I can smell your shampoo.

The skylight casting an early summer glow
across the tiny water droplets speckling your skin
makes you look studded with rhinestone.

The subtle shifting of your weight
creates a curve in your side
and as you drop your hip and bend your knee,
I think for a moment,
that you look like art.

That moments like these are what inspire
The greatest artists in the world.

That I might be like them
if you were my subject,
But I am too busy loving you
To lift a paintbrush.