Monthly Archives: July 2016

No one. Can take my praise away

Hate cannot sear the joy inside

My Lord the Christ has given me

 A place of peace from Anger-Pride. 
No matter what my body suffers

The soul within cannot be burned. 

My savior Christ died 

so that my burdens

Would wither away and never return

How much do I love you?

Nothing speaks like distance, wreaks
The Missing ever sullenly. 
It wriggles, worms and vines
Its fingers curl and find
The shivers in your heart where silver ribbons sing and rhyme.

The question swims in mire of miles,
The ‘maybe’ hangs in thought
Of heartaches formed by spinning stars
Which, creaking, buy their lot

Of lovelorn roads and Wandering loads
That crush the doubt inside.

Story-trader

I am a buyer of stories
Your knick knacks mean less to me than the words they form
I am a purchaser of tales and wilds
Unending wind of sunlight and shadow
I survey the stars for the worlds they’ve seen
The tragedies, the brokenness, the heartbreak of dreams. 

I steal from the rivers their tumult and song
The hissing of brooks as they babble along
I am a trader of the lifeblood of all,
The stories of men as they rise, love, and fall.