There are poems of love I will now never finish

Singing nothings that are now nothingness.

You did this, you killed them, you stole out their flame

Now silence must pay back the debt of this pain.

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Beauty

What is a face but a gathering of bone?

Do not call me beautiful, do not name me your own

There is no meaning to the utterances you give

You grieve me with compliments, your endless digress

Instead-

Speak to the dark what you would speak to my flesh.

It cares more than I; and it judges you less.

Jealous love

I miss your love, your kindness

Gentleness

And Peace

I miss the way you cared for me

The softness with which you treated me

It hurts like knives in my stomach to let go

I have to trust that God is just

That he wants for me what I cannot

Even

Fathom

I know He is jealous for me…

And will hold me as I weep

Sudden

I’m still haunted

By how I held your face in my hands;

Grizzled, gray, eyes cloudy with unsight

And said “never leave me, ok? Never die. Live

Forever”

And the very next day

I woke up to your seizure; to your confusion; I remember

how you didn’t know me

And I knew it was time

To say goodbye.

Judah

There is yet love in your heart; do not let it fade, let it fall

There is yet survival and patches of light

A place for the healing to start; in part

A consequence of what has been lost.

Do not fade, gentle one, in the waves of this passing

Do not shiver yourself out of your bones.

The crossing will pass and the passing will cross

itself into patterns – as of yet unknown.

This place is a journey, your steps are not hollow

The world is still firm ‘neath your feet.

You do not walk solemn… awaken and follow

The Lion who beckons you –

To be free.