Empty Words

Your words are empty
As white-washed tombs,
Rote responses
Designed to placate or flatter,
Meaningless and insincere
They ease from your lips.

Your words, repeated
As to the deaf,
Cue cards all,
Spoken to patronize and subdue,
Haughty and pretentious
They speak not your heart.

Your words are placed
As guards for you,
Stick figures,
Sentries preventing conflict
Costly and precluding
Real communication.

Searching

I'm always looking for you
And then sometimes you are there,
The very thing I've looked beyond,
Around, and through before -
Which causes me to wonder
If you've been there all along
And it's me who has forgotten
That it's right where you belong.

Found

If you want to find me,
I'll tell you where I hide,
Behind the rugged cross of Christ
And in the place His grace resides,
For here is love made perfect
Where all fear is cast aside
And the spirit's yearning to be known
Is wholly satisfied.

If you want to know me,
This is where I am at heart,
Within the body, laying down
Our lives and lies the world imparts,
For herein love is made complete
That He would die for souls like ours
And set us free to be at peace
While safe within His arms.

Needs

I need for something
To make sense
In terms I understand,
Framed by the mind's
Belief in truth
Alive in fellow man.

I need for someone
To reach me
With proof of goodness shown,
In acts of kindness
Unrequired
By which our faith is known.

I need for somehow
Words to heal
The grieving of my soul,
It's burdens heavy
Witnessing
A world that waxes cold.

I need for sometimes
Way down deep
Connection to be made,
For understanding
Some way meets
These needs the proper way.