ax-wielder

I, like a vine
grew up around your
strong, tall frame
imagining myself
too fragile, too delicate
to spring up
strong and tall like
you - it's true, my
tendrils entangled you
so you hired someone
to cut me through
pruned with other
dead and dying branches
and piled yonder
to burn. But
through the flame
in spite of the pain
something new was born
ashes feeding earth
outstretched wings
carry me, freer now
than ever I was
and I have you
and your ax-wielder
to thank.

I will always remember
what I learned as I clung
to you, but now I'm soaring
the skies, searching for
another of my own kind.

a divine secret, a holy joke

God is love.
When we act in love, we are fulfilling
God’s perfect will.
Love is a personality - God’s.
Love can be happy
or it can be sad.
Love sometimes gets angry even
But love can never be bad.
God really is good, it’s true.
Good means something - true love.
Unchangeable, it holds all things together.
And when we’re walking in love,
there is no place in the universe where
we don’t belong.
And yet we don’t belong anywhere
in any confining sense because
Love is always on the move.
There is so much freedom in love
that it’s almost scary.
And everyone is invited, continually.
You just have to leave your hate outside.
It’s a divine secret, a holy joke -
everyone is invited, continually.
And this God of Love isn’t “somewhere else…”
God is closer than your breath
the Mystery that bonds the cells
the Truth behind the veil.
And this Spirit says, “You are mine,
and all I have is yours.”
It’s a divine secret, a holy joke -
I am God’s, and all God has is mine -
yours, mine, and everyone’s.
All of us are continually lost and then found.
All of us are continually dead then alive.
All of us are continually enemies then friends.
We have all been saved.
Some of us just don’t know it yet.
It’s a divine secret, a holy joke -
we are all saved. Each and every one.
And there’s so much freedom in love
that it’s almost scary.
But the reassuring fact is that
God loves us. Each and every one.
And that love never changes.
It can be happy or sad or angry or lonely
but it never ever changes.
It can be shouting or laughing or completely silent
but is never ever changes.
And the scary yet reassuring fact is that
the nearness of this Love gives
everything an eternal meaning -
the joy, the pain, even the mundane,
everything has a purpose
and there’s nowhere we can go
and nothing we can do
that will ever, ever change that love.
It’s not just a force.
It’s a personality.
And that God, the only one that’s real and good,
that God loves you.

love me fierce

Let me be enchanting. Let me be enchanted by you.
I want to be inspiring. I want to inspire you.

What does it mean to be in love, and will these feelings forever last?
No, but love is the door to a desirable eternity - future, present, past.

How can you fear something without being afraid?
You can’t admire your own shadow, nor can you live in the shade.

So love me fierce, gentleman, and never let me go.
Love me like the heart of God. Let’s challenge each other to grow.

You are

You are the light of the world.
You are the particles and waves.
You are the energy in all things.
You are two halves making a whole.
You are right and left, words and music,
now and all other times.
You are you,
and you are everything.

Where do you begin
and I end?
Do you begin where I end?
Does life begin after the end?

Or could it be? the story is true -
I've been sewn into the fabric of you,
your Spirit filling the empty spaces
between the cells making this body
and making me new. Praise be to God!
You are making me new.

cover me

Sky, cover me
as I lay beneath your greatness
as I contemplate your vastness
as I meditate on your holiness

Cover me
breeze on my skin
sun through the leaves
blue, deep, deep blue

Sky, can I dive
up, not down, into your depths
up, and away, into your blueness
up, someday, into your presence

Cover me
and hide my inadequacies
and hold me close to you
and help me breathe in and out

Sky, remind me
that you constantly are faithful
that I am never never alone
that you are always always there

Sky,
cover me.

the funeral

I remember, well,
the day it started
to die.
I cried,
but denial helped it
to survive.

Plugged as it were,
the will not ready
to pull.
I clung
as the vital signs
faded away.

Death, highly feared
yet quite unanticipated,
stung.
I died
in part, that piece
of my heart long
gone.

These words pound
the last nail in the coffin,
with finality,
reality.
Shining eyes steely-like,
no tears.

Heart, hands, eyes
no longer clinging,
I mourn
at last
and bagpipe blasts serenade
the funeral.