You can handle the violence in my spirit, the quiet screams that sear it. They burn fears and clear pith. Draw me near with arms that destroy interference. You fight for my deliverance. I hide in the strength that fights my assailants, the purity that hates all that hates me and kills with fire the dross, selfish desire. Your counter-attack will never lack the efficacy to take me back.
Snow fell here yesterday And today I lay in the green On the grass in the breeze Sweet stringed melodies The light about you And beyond, the trees. This moment, freeze, Forever in my memories. Forgive this silly grin. I’m just taking it all in. The thawing of my heart Overwhelms me And though I saw it coming It doesn’t cease to be Amazing.
Fear. At the depths of me, That’s what kept me Immobilized Terrorized Fear of losing. Fear of loosing the floods of your disapproval. Because maybe you’re right And I am wrong. So I stayed quiet for too long. And boiled deep inside pains I tried to hide. And erupted unfairly Unexpected and unkindly. I’m sorry. What’s wrong with me? I’m sorry.
You love when I’m hurting
How I look at You
When my soul is yearning
How I look at You
And I am delighted by Your Presence
Fulfilled in Your Presence
Even when the pain is still present
I will look at You
And when I do
Your smile down on me
Your heart bursts to hear me sing
The fullness of my every feeling
And You delight in and You love me
And I delight in and I love You
I am amazed by You
My gaze is for You
And You dance around me
A whirlwind around me
Together in the Throne Room
My Bride Groom, My King
I wrote this over 6 years ago, and it’s been saved as a draft… I thought I would share it, since it still means something to me. And I share, so that poetry lives on, at least here.
There’s poetry in my heart,
but I’m scared to let you see it,
to hear it;
to be given the chance to;
the power to,
So I hide it, stifle it, until it shrinks and fades away in hopes to be awaken another day.
Again, I am afraid, but not for me, but for the death of poetry…