Remembrance is fondest,
when thought of you
in every great
or tiny pew.
Forever you are near
or far
so I left the door ajar.
Push it open
and walk on in
because with you
I have no sin.
Humanity would have me bow my head,
instead I set my gaze
on Heaven's Glow.
And within my memory
is what I missed
without rebirthing
an ancient past.
There’s a chain on my point of view,
contained by perspective’s shady skew.
Found peace pouring into The Puddles Of God’s Speech.
A sidewalk screaming at me,
but I can’t see ahead of me.
The rain lets up.
I ease my gaze from outdoor view
and feel the solace of the windows cue,
His speech once more.
A moment we had, rejoice and be glad-
For these are the times we know
what keep and what to throw (away).
So wisdom stings
like the tearing of butterfly wings.
Wings I cannot see beyond
the sidewalk of falls
and knee-scrape heartbreak.
Wisdom is the chance
to breathe in a cool summers breeze,
while standing up on tattered knees.
I can build
on your love.
Creator, I am,
a servant
to the debts of history.
A profound loneliness,
a new loneliness.
Uniform in mission
to build onto your love.
A reminder-
we are the people
who leave our blessings
behind us
As We Walk.
Around the corner of hope lies
a great big grand surprise.
In darkness idles
the worries inside.
Hold back
for a lack
of confidence.
An unknown treasure
of the greatest measure.
Who can see around
the corner of hope?
We are concave
sits melancholy
punishments of the wall.
“Have I done my time yet?”
“You Bet!”
But I took one for the team
or so it might seem,
and happily embrace
the hit of seeing someone happy
at my expense.