Fear of Using One’s Talent
You’re so afraid of murder being the sin that you commit that you close yourself off the possibility that you were already committing other sins. Why are you so afraid of this one thing that you could do wrong?
Jason
Jason never cared much for American tourists. They were flashy, scantily-clad, slovenly, and left gum plastered to the bottoms of cafe railings.
God’s Love Over His Daughter
I love her. Oh, how I love her! I have chosen her from among my daughters, and her children I have consecrated to myself. Upon her I desire to pour out ALL the graces of my Sacred Heart, which burns for her as a man burns for water. She is my consolation, my comfort, and my joy. Her very presence before me makes me leap with joy! Her very existence brings me ecstasy. None can doubt my love for her, for I have made it visible, I have made it clear. My love is like a raging fire, seen for miles. My heart overflows.
Throw Away the Treasure and I’ll Be Fine
Throw away your soul
I’ll throw away mine
Together we will dig and
we will find
Gone…
The verse was last
the curse was cast
We broke it together
but you went to wander
Alone and afraid
I watched you go
Pause, My Love, and Kiss Me
Why didn’t I pause you,
on the way out of the wood…?
I could have paused you.
Why didn’t I kiss you,
on the graveled over path…?
I could have asked you to kiss me.
There is not sufficient time,
In the span of human life…
Not enough time to show you
Waiting with Mumford and Moses
I anticipate
falling heavy
into your arms
I know you
will come home
without a harm
And I claim
the promise
that these days
Where I’ve knelt,
and suffered,
will blow away…
Virginal Love
Who is she who can know my sorrow?
What woman, blameless, has lost the love
of a good man?
Truly, if I am without fault,
and he without guilt,
what woman can know my sorrow?
The Feminine Crucifixion
I open my mouth
and I drink of thyself
I am a vessel - fill me
Fill me with thy agony
I’ll kiss away the bloody sweat
I’ll soothe the dried and bloody mat
of hair from off thy Sacred brow
and kiss the lips that suffer now
My eyes are dark, they cannot see
But what else shall there be but thee?
My mind can grasp your presence, Lord.
And that is all I shall gaze toward.
Heavily Undead
My head lies heavy, but undead
As I writhe upon the bed.
My neck cannot support its head
My broken body - limited.
The Agony of Divine Pain
What mortal vessel can contain
the agony of Divine pain?
He hath chosen that I remain
And at His cross I lie here slain
I beg that Savior’s blood shall stain
Upon my body, soaked like rain
And at my side a piercing pain
A stabbing in my pounding veins
The Pain of the Father
I weep here.
As I lie,
I gasp.
Who can know the pain of the Father?
Who has known the anguish of the Son?
Do the many branches
know that pain
shall emanate from the tree?
The Smile
Can a smile change the world? I met a girl once whose entire smile was heaven itself. Can you claim to have ever seen such a smile?
I mean the pure smiles, you know.
So few have the pure smile.
That smile that we think must be a freak of nature, because who could really be that happy? But deep down, in our heart of hearts, we know her smile is pure.
The Invitational Hand
Have you ever met the girl with the invitational handt? Her soul flows from her in a joyous stream and when you meet her, I promise that you want to run to her, stretch out your arm, and fill your little cup from her running waters.
She is an abundant soul, consumed with learning how to love, and consumed with giving love away.
The Peaceful Soul
When she enters the room, it is as though a mantle of deep indigo settles into every little nook, with a sigh of peace.
The Nutcracker
White flakes falling in the silence of the house at night
And the festive lights flickering in the fire’s gracious sight;
A tree in living room bedecked like a royal crown
Shining tinsel in ruby red, with gold it glistens round
the structure of the evergreen, structure ever sound.
The room is ready, ready laid, the hearth is roaring fair,
And merry laughs of Christmasing are joyous, without care.
A sound sounds forth in sparkling song
Of triumph, hark the king who rights all wrongs;
A song that heralds, here comes the first of all the guests,
A song that harks, harks an uncle, him whose loved the best.
Awhile…
Hi.
How you doing?
It’s been awhile
since we talked.
Glad to hear you’re doing well.
You tell me lots of surface things
But all that I can think
Is I don’t know what makes you smile -
I don’t know what’s underneath.
Bells
I like to see little bells;
Each little one tells
A story of fun and joy
And makes a clamorous toy
The Invisible Sheep
The haybales lay like fat pastured sheep in the field.
They had replaced livestock with produce, produce with miles and miles of nutrient deficient fields, and fields with long, windowless barns.
They still ate sheep. They still grew fat sheep. But they did it all invisibly.…
Desires Inside
Nervousness, and trembling flowing over
Why the insecurities under
my beating heart, my blanking mind,
my rushing through impossible time?
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