Monthly Archives: December 2016

God-seeker

What fickle foul delineates my mind
What hissing sentiment I find
Caught up in pools of sticky-me
That clot my breath and misery

i seek to find more than myself
i want not comfort, fame or wealth
but to BOW before the One who KNOWS

THE ONE WHO CLAIMS THE HIGHEST THRONE

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Good

Yes, there is Dark;
And Suffering and Hurt.
There is Rage and Murder and Betrayal and Dirt
There are people whose souls have given in to their Flesh
There are shadow-puppets praying to their Self-gods of Death
But for every Darkness and Foulness that lives

THERE IS A BURNING AND BLINDING AND BURSTING WITHIN

OF LIGHT THAT THROWS BACK ALL THE SHADOWS AND SIN

AND THAT LIGHT IS THE FLAME THAT WILL ULTIMATELY WIN

AND CONSUME

AND RESTORE

AND DEVOUR

AND END OR BEGIN

what we’ve lost —

Through Him. 

Memories

Somewhere I am weeping, teeth glinting in wailing screams upon the floor
Somewhere my eyes are blinding rage with the justice they restore
Somewhere my jaw is tight and cold and my gaze sweeps frozen by
Somewhere I soften and forgive as someone before me cries

Somewhere I grieve
Somewhere I lose
Somewhere I hesitate and choose

Somewhere I laugh with golden tones that dance in silver song

Somewhere I live, I belong,
Each version of me alive in someone’s mind all along.