Chipped dirty and empty.
The vessel in a dark room.
When outside rain falls in plenty.
That could fill and wash away the gloom.
But on a shelf marked to be fixed.
With the idea do not use.
Gathering dust with little nicks.
It bears the silent abuse.
Till the rain drips through the cracks.
On a smooth downward track.
Across wood and stone it pours.
Till it reaches the floor.
A drop turns to drip.
With a plop and a plip.
And in minutes muddled.
Becomes a puddle.
Until the unused is used for more.
Than to keep a ring of dust on the counter.
But a pool off the floor.
And as the water flows it is cleaner.
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Sunday, August 25, 2013
Tuesday, August 20, 2013
A gentle reminder.
It seemed like whimsy the way it played.
Like a dream that left me dismayed.
First my blood took me away, only to forget that I came.
Then my friends shared their dismay. that I did not seem the same.
So I dived into the service of the one to whom I yield.
Only to find those in the harvest enjoy the sunset over the fields.
I called out to my lover to tell her of my grief.
But she is burdened far too burdened to give my burdens relief.
So I judged them and I cursed them for without them I am alone.
And again your love reminds me, that they never were my own.
They are yours, and I am yours and who am I to judge what is thine.
So I will sit and cry out to you till I am yours and you are mine.
Sometimes God strips us to equip us.
Like a dream that left me dismayed.
First my blood took me away, only to forget that I came.
Then my friends shared their dismay. that I did not seem the same.
So I dived into the service of the one to whom I yield.
Only to find those in the harvest enjoy the sunset over the fields.
I called out to my lover to tell her of my grief.
But she is burdened far too burdened to give my burdens relief.
So I judged them and I cursed them for without them I am alone.
And again your love reminds me, that they never were my own.
They are yours, and I am yours and who am I to judge what is thine.
So I will sit and cry out to you till I am yours and you are mine.
Sometimes God strips us to equip us.
Counsel.
You sit there and lay your heart on the table.
Playing cards I've heard before.
But somehow i'm just not able.
To make the pain go away anymore.
You share your hurt and the disappointment you bear.
But my burden grows with every word that you share.
Cause I can't tell how I did it before.
I can't make the pain go away anymore.
But I can love you with every waking breath.
I can hold the hopes I have for you tight.
I can bury the feelings, in a love deeper than the ocean depths.
And keep my fire burning till your eyes can see the light.
I can hope that one day you will come through.
I can pray that you will find your hope renewed.
I can listen in silence, until you are silent too.
But I can never stop loving you.
Playing cards I've heard before.
But somehow i'm just not able.
To make the pain go away anymore.
You share your hurt and the disappointment you bear.
But my burden grows with every word that you share.
Cause I can't tell how I did it before.
I can't make the pain go away anymore.
But I can love you with every waking breath.
I can hold the hopes I have for you tight.
I can bury the feelings, in a love deeper than the ocean depths.
And keep my fire burning till your eyes can see the light.
I can hope that one day you will come through.
I can pray that you will find your hope renewed.
I can listen in silence, until you are silent too.
But I can never stop loving you.
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