We need strength to make it through this life. Courage is something I long to see more evidence of within relationships. I am willing to start with myself, as we learn and grow with one another in love. May we also teach each other how to fly.
Friday, 27 July 2012
My Voice in the Art of Relationships
I have a voice that feels caged tonight. One that if given invite could shake the foundations of the things some people simply don't want to know. I have a vision to rectify the flaws we find ourselves failed by when active in the art of relationships. Life cannot thrive without fellow peers, mentors, resistance and the maturity to challenge ones faulty thinking. Willingness to admit weakness bids welcome to the tact of transparent honesty. If I had a platform to share my knowledge boldly, towards the ones I find myself excommunicated by, I would do it. The problem is would you still love me for me? Would the challenges be faced or stuffed under the rug or would communication prevail with flying colours? Will I dare continue to trust that words can and will make a difference for all humanity? To what extent will I stay the course and voice the truth against the tell of time?
Sunday, 22 July 2012
The Path
The brazen wisps of velvet stir
Upon the chiseled ledge
[The tears threaten to fall]
Moistened deep the droplets splash
Awakening my flesh
[As I learn to feel]
Thickened are the tiny wells
The sorrows of my heart
[My eyes are puffy and heavy]
Quickened is the beat that pounds
The rhythm of my spark
[My anger rises]
Yield not to careless thought am I
Bowed low upon the earth
[I am trying not to be careless and instead to pray]
Temptations war this mind to meld
To walk in blurred remorse
[Dismissing false blame]
Risen above the shadows march
Their feet resound my pain
[I'm hurting in the dark]
My eyes look up and see the truth
I'm on Your path again
[I am learning to find the Light]
Upon the chiseled ledge
[The tears threaten to fall]
Moistened deep the droplets splash
Awakening my flesh
[As I learn to feel]
Thickened are the tiny wells
The sorrows of my heart
[My eyes are puffy and heavy]
Quickened is the beat that pounds
The rhythm of my spark
[My anger rises]
Yield not to careless thought am I
Bowed low upon the earth
[I am trying not to be careless and instead to pray]
Temptations war this mind to meld
To walk in blurred remorse
[Dismissing false blame]
Risen above the shadows march
Their feet resound my pain
[I'm hurting in the dark]
My eyes look up and see the truth
I'm on Your path again
[I am learning to find the Light]
Thursday, 5 July 2012
Where I Belong
I belong in vast expanse
In the openness of your plan;
Not where walls crush me down
Or shadows take my hand.
Break this prison of my vision
Strip me of my shame;
Call me from horizons breath
And speak in me my name.
Shower me and wash me clean
Of times unsightly dust;
Peal the layers of my sin
Soften my hearts crust.
I take a step on lighted path
Far from alienation;
I honor truth as my Guide
And proclaim my destination.
In the openness of your plan;
Not where walls crush me down
Or shadows take my hand.
Break this prison of my vision
Strip me of my shame;
Call me from horizons breath
And speak in me my name.
Shower me and wash me clean
Of times unsightly dust;
Peal the layers of my sin
Soften my hearts crust.
I take a step on lighted path
Far from alienation;
I honor truth as my Guide
And proclaim my destination.
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