Thursday, March 31, 2016

Wonderful Woman

There's a patience forged through the years,
Steamed over sizzling coals of my disappoints.

Laid sightless to anyone and everyone,
As rain drops descend from my eyes,
Nurturing others, but leaves me dry.

Time breaks free from eternity,
Until that moment I saw you,
Everything's frozen, nothing moves.

My soul caught glimpses of your identity,
Undercover disguises mean little to me,
You were the last mystery, now revelation,
Suggest I move quietly, much hesitation,

Like snow falling from blue skies,
Gently rest in the crevices of my soul.
Her warmth for healing, damaged past sealing,

Never having to utter a single word,
I'll recognize her voice anyplace, at any time.
Silent I am, left speechless submersed in her glow.

Forever she breathes life into me when she speaks,
Because my soul already knows she's the one we seek.

Monday, March 14, 2016

Winter's Song: Chapter X: The Evacuation of Mourning: Part III

Part III: I am He

My life is a series of breadcrumbs, often eaten by birds.
Taking away what's necessary to survive.
Screams pierce through for the Bread of Life,
Often finding myself living a lie.

Conscious from an early age of who I should be,
But the paths to get there I could never see.
Placing my life on hold,
Attempting to grab something warm, soon turned cold.

I am positive I'm the sum of my victories and failures,
Even though which were what, I couldn't tell you.
Love which seemed limitless,
Causing grief when I wanted to give less.

My destiny, she calls to my future to grab my attention,
But neither could get close to me.
I wanted more than what I had,
Be a better husband, a greater Dad.

I failed grievously, miserably,
Laughing to keep from choking on my tears.
Asking God why did he leave, was my life a joke?

My life you could have,
Wishing I could figure out how to cut it off soon,
Like constantly looking for the Sun, but only finding the Moon.

How was I to persevere?
At times not thankful for my own life.
Wondering if I left, would I leave a mark,
Or would I just be the subject of gossip and talk.
Scraping the barrel, reaching for whatever I could,

Not thinking about the things I really should.
Days seem deary, night was all that was near me.
Attempting to Love, when I didn't know her name,
If I wrote it down, It would still be the same.

I wasn't worthy to take anyone's hand,
Working so hard to be a better man,
Looking to God for His original plan.
No one knew the depths of my soul,

How far I fell, giving the norm was the way to go.
Faking it, attempting to make it,
So glad God didn't take it.
Because this Love is all I have,

The greatest gift He embedded into this soul.
Finally awaking to the light He created in me,
Understanding I could be anything He wanted me to be,
So when He spoke into my life He said, I am He.


The End

Part I: The Evacuation of Mourning
Part II: In the Process of Time

Monday, March 7, 2016

Winter's Song: Chapter IX: The Evacuation of Mourning: Part II

Part II: In the Process of Time

Contemplation mixed with anticipation,
Constantly feeling I'm always waiting.
Times expires, as her foot steps draw near.
Slow the quicken beat of my heart,
Like tree sap on a fridge day.
Least it leap from my chest, and swiftly carried away. .
Should I rise, what strength is there for love?

Sorely drained from past contestants,
Do I even desire to make another investment?
But slowly feeling my grief recede,
Love returning to my heart, like the tide to the sea.

For she speaks in a tone, that thaws pain away.
Whispering words that console my aching soul.
A mirror image, possibly created in my image.
Like Eve to Adam, was she made for me?

Struggling to let go of where I've been,
Though our paths were different, the end is still the same,
I seeing the stars at night spell out her name.
Our eyes dances, showing visions of hope for brighter days.

She causes me to reconsider all I once knew,
If time permits can I get a little closer to you?
As she in bodies all that should ever be,
God guided our direction, that's what I believe.

Forgetting what was sought, definitely what I need,
My mind calls for her to stay, don't leave.
Warming my cold heart, she is that fire.
She waits patiently as the day bows to her command.

Resolving my conflict, she's the decision.
Her confidence is pure, grabbing my admiration.
Making me incline to hear what her heart has to say,
For she is that umbrella, for past rainy days.
Clearing skies, the moon's in full view,
But nothing compares to the Love I've found in you.

Part I: The Evacuation of Mourning