A divide, a painful separation
Built by burdens and aberrations
Bought with lies and broken dreams
Filled with treachery and poisonous things.

Crossed by fear, and so fear falls
Further pushing the sides apart
Adding a layer to an impenetrable wall
Furthering darkness's swift-clothed start.

We all pass by this same divide
We all can't cross, we bide our time
Waiting for the tiers to fall
the towers that keep up this wall
Waiting for someone to build a bridge
one that won't collapse beneath our sins
Beneath the weight of all we've done
those things we can't carry alone
We reach out for someone to hold us
Someone to help us through again
And tell us that he loves us
We reach out for the light, the Son.
To erase the pain through which we've been.

We're waiting when all the while he's crying out for us to hear,

Waiting for us to open our eyes and close our mouths and use our ears.

starlit standard

A quiet sparkling scatter
over an inky night
the peppering of time's darkest hour
with splashes of palest light.

The handful of glitter, cast upon a canvas
larger than the night itself
cold stars, alone and banished
Much too far away for their light to be felt.
It was cast and forgotten, upon a quiet sky
A moon so full of broken dreams
that no one thought it would be missed, left alone and high.
So begotten and swelled with sorrows, bursting with pain to the seams

They ladled it down with care and trod carefully
over its tender surface
forgot its sacred punishment
and loved it with a purpose.
A starlit night, a quiet path. 
Wound among the heavens...