Is it all a loss, or can we
Make beauty from the chaos?
Take shards and snarling
Breaks and aching
And make them our own ground?
Can we beat the trouble into solidity
Build our homes upon the rock
Never have to shake when storms are here and
We cannot breathe or blossom?
We are all strong in our memories, coiled up within us
Dreams of daylight, power bleeding from the scratches in our vanity.
We are all certain of our humanity, cutting corners at the table
Wreathed in flame and laurel
Dismissing every weakling that would grovel for a meeting
Drunk on power until
We are stumbling in the dark, screaming for the light
Tripping from the pursuer, frightened by the sight of truth
We are powerful until the dark strips us of everything and we weep, broken, in the shadows; children
Struggled through another dawn, another break of blood and brawn
Cracked my own bones, split my own veins
Broke up my courage just to remain
And then I gave
until i could breathe under concrete and grain
It is beautiful, expensive; it glimmers
With all the promise of the storm.
From crushing olives, oil is born.
We weep bitterly, sickly
At all the suffering on earth
Our hearts most finely tuned to death
And the successive flood of hurt.
I weep like glass is in my veins
I cry and scream til sorrow stains
My soul and leaves me haunted, pained
Like the flood will tear my heart away.
We shake our fists at God
We break our teeth with grinding
How could you? How could you
The aching is crescendoing
My pain is overwhelming
Yet I do not stand alone.
This was never my home.
My marrow mettles me
Aloft aloof of all the burning
Prickling stabbing slicing hurting
I am destined to be more.
The cracks design a fate in store.
Why, contemplation leaves me low
And bitter hearts still seek the cold.
I lose myself in time and sleep
An exhausted spirit is all I keep.
So let me in to warm my feet
And sit awhile beside the flames.
At once to rest and speak in peace
Forever safe in Your embrace.
I nod my head and fire climbs high
My eyelids flicker low.
I’m no longer out in the bitter cold —
You smile and drape over me Your coat.