The Guard

I will let the guard stand down

If you will come near slowly,

Showing what you hold within your hand -

But I can’t take a shot

From the one I see as holy

Or I’d have to face the castles built of sand.

 

I would love to listen

If you dare to share your feelings,

Showing how the fragile play the game –

But I can not repay

The cost of your involvement

With this one who’s destined to be blamed.

 

I might extend an offer

In the giving of my trust,

Showing who will honor it the most –

But when the deal is broken

I’ll refuse to own the sadness,

Preferring not to ever come that close.

Messiah

You know that I love you, Lord.

You are all things to me.

When all else is gone, you remain.

Who knows how long I have loved you?

You are the answer to every question,

Source and fulfillment the same,

Universal and microscopic,

Truth incarnate,

Perfection embodied,

My beautiful, personal Messiah.

Faces

All the many faces
That you wear to share yourself -
The force that drives the wind,
The formation high in flight,
The glare upon the water
From the peeking rays of light
Behind clouds as soft as cotton
Floating peaceful 'cross the sky
As the piercing call of hawks
Ask to bid the day goodbye,
And the green of landscape fades
Into sunset bringing night -
The mask of nature showing
Us your heart, revealed as LIFE.

Punctuated

Today your name is punctuated
With a question mark,
The inflection in my voice
Indicative of my upturned need
As I witness every motion
Born of desire's endeavor
Slight or significant, they all matter
And I become less as you become greater ~
Your gentle breath rippling the water still,
Easily disturbing the image of reflection
Quietly whispering assurance
That you remain,
Forever a point of exclamation.

The Great Romance

If I were scared to watch a sunrise,

Angered by a songbird’s call,

Put out by a flower’s blooming,

At the stars that shine appalled,

Disgusted with a healthy garden,

Bearing fruit I would not eat,

Or maddened by a smiling baby,

Soured at some dessert sweet,

I’d scowl at children laughing near me,

Frown at snowfall calm and white,

Spit at pups that beg attention,

Curse the moon that welcomes night.

Were I to disdain the beauty

Of a simple butterfly,

Or to mock the quiet humming

Of a mother’s lullaby,

Then would I not deny the wonder

Of a firefly midst the trees?

And fail to notice in the tropics

When relief comes on the breeze?

I’d turn my head from all that proves

Existence of a God who loves,

And thus deny myself the chance

To live within the Great Romance.

Spirit Song

“My Spirit has something to say.”

“I didn’t know that spirits could talk.”

“They sing, actually.”

 “Oh - what is your spirit singing about?”

 “The fact that nothing is as it seems. All is illusion.”

 “If that were true, what would be the purpose of the illusion?”

“To care for people – because they can not handle the full truth.”

“Which is…?”

“Limitless possibility.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Each moment in time at each point in space exists pure creative energy – literally anything can happen at any time in any place, and it is God that determines all outcomes.”

“You believe this? You believe that God orchestrates everything all the time?”

“No, I believe that God IS everything all the time.”

“And do our choices mean nothing, then?”

“Our choices mean everything – they are the conduit through which God’s creative energy flows or is blocked – our very will.”

 

“You mean that intention, or ‘will’ as you call it, creates?”

“Absolutely. Our will either facilitates or hinders God’s will from becoming the creative force of our existence.”

“That sounds like quite a song.”

“Lifelong.”

 

 

FOR THAT ONE

For that one moment when your eyes
Are opened to His message wide,
I would feel the worst of my
Emotion broken into lies;

For that one word that speaks of hope

Placed in a God that now you know,
I would give up all I own
Or ever sought to carry home;

For that one revelation real

In which your Spirit is revealed,
I would wait a thousand years
Without a soul to find me here;

For that one understanding phrase

Uttered in these latter days,
I would pay most any cost
Or suffer even greater loss.
 

For such a smile from one who’s found

And stands today on solid ground,
I’d lay my very own life down
And gladly go where I am bound.

The TIDE

Were there never anyone

To make it real as life
I’d go on with you anyway
Alone, yet not inside,
For deep within the letting go
You reach to come abide,
Drawing out the weaker one
To follow you as guide
In the realm of purest Spirit
Where I walk beside you, right,
And anointing becomes natural
As the words you speak to write,
Taking over is allowed
And seizing me, the tide
Of waves that cover everything
You teach us by your light.

ETCHED

The sand on my feet

Reminds me I was with you

Just a short time ago,

So close that you touched me

And still my heart recalls

The way you felt,

The tears I cried at the knowledge of you

And how little I grasp.

 

The nature before me

Displayed your patient love,

Slow and careful the sun

Rose over glistening sea,

Awakening life’s dance

And me in its current

Unable to move,

Held fast by revelation.

The memory will fade

Though I etch it upon

The mind at that moment clear,

Exposed by the light

And found wanting,

Yet wholly free of fear,

The chains of the day broken

And I, your willing captive.

Connection

Between us such a tender thread

Spun of Holy Spirit pure

Connecting that which is unseen
Inside our mortal souls
With that which has the power to call
What now is not as though it were
To bring about a greater good
In lives laid down as sacrifice,
For the sake of full surrender
To profound truth absolute -
One love growing, ever new.