Tag Archives: faith

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. 

what i carry

Such normalcy begins my life

How regular, how true!

Paper books and jewelry

Clasped by iron;

Silver hooks and rings

Wooden pencils stamped with numbers.

Nothing I keep in canvas tombs is spectacular at all.

But within, ah, inside

The tightness that stalks my breath

My belongings portend not the million rhymes – a thousand lives! – that cry within my head.

At any given moment, paper is in my blood

Ink and swirling words unborn

That live within the crimson flood.

Shaped not by what I carry

Rather what has clung to me;

Pains, and deformities

Torn bones and clicking knees.

My body at times is weak; my limbs move of their own accord

I cannot say why the bones inside

Curve how ribs should never do.

Also, soul-kept, are memories

Of blinding light that touched my skin;

Healing stars that burst with love and

Cured the screaming flame within.

But gnashing teeth, pale shadow-wraiths

Haunt my bones with  bitter cold.

They cut apart the light

They want it to bleed out into pale mockeries;

I fight with everything I me

To tame them, make them warm, my own.

I was given words to battle

All the shadows that bleed inside

My words creep past with tainted wings

And burn the darkness as they fly.

Subsequently, consequently, the light prevails in the end.

The blending shadow harmony of all that cuts into my soul

Is gone!

Fades away – just a memory, wavering – never even sure of itself.

But I must carry it all the same.

I tear with words of sharpened sound

They break the cold that pins me down

I feel them warm me, fight what numbness is left.

Words of breath and wind and love –
they cling to me now, my armor, my gift.

Goodbye

You could be a great man someday, but you’re not now. And I’m letting go of you. If you return to me changed in many years, full of God and life and new purpose, we may be together. But now, as of today, I do not wish to be part of who and how you currently are. I wish you all the best. God had me in his hands and I’m not afraid. He has someone wonderful and Godly and faithful for me, and I hope you can be that for someone someday. I hope you “grow up”, as you say you need to. You swear you love me and this is strictly what God wants. I don’t know if you’re using that as an excuse. I don’t know if you want to pursue someone else. What I do know is that God is protecting me from something I always asked him to protect me from, and he is just and loves me and will take care of me. I’m so thankful to have my God. He’s going to help me forgive you and not to be bitter. As for everything else, and knowing the truth… Only time will tell, as we used to say about us. Time will tell. But I’m moving on now.