my heart cries out,
shouts to be heard.
listen my people:
prepare the way –
let love come.
hasten to open your doors
with humility and praise
that your heart, so dilated,
can receive Him.
do not be afraid
to wait for love.
for his word
and to the believing heart,
and he does not delay.
Oh my love,
let us start anew.
I have cast behind my back
all that has kept you from me
I would rather rend the heavens
and come down to save our love,
then see you walk away.
For I have heard
the unspoken cries of your heart,
you who long to see my face.
Come, let us turn toward each other
and be firm to the end.
as we wait.
The great hearts have a stubbornness about them,
a determination to keep loving
when it seems to make no difference,
a disbelief in every lie
that speaks against hope,
and a willingness to waste their lives
for the sake of others.
Thank God for their inability to give up
and leave empty-handed,
for that thing inside them
that doesn’t want to believe in failure
every time they hit the ground.
at a time when the brightness was leaving my eyes
like a tired sign
blinking intermittently on then off
and my love was like a fly in a jar
buzzing to reach the top
where the lid holds it in,
you walked past
and I turned my head at just the right time,
catching your light.
your fire was enough to turn me back on
and want to shine in the dark again,
flickering brightly to bring you in.
funny how any other day before
you have just blended in
like a fly on the wall.
when everything is out of sorts
and the road feels wrong,
when I am off kilter
and feeling left unfulfilled
with no steady peace inside,
and I can’t make up my mind,
heart and mind misaligned,
how can you say that this is the way
–to wait in the tension
of discordant notes and unresolved endings,
turning it over and over
to tug on wrong strings
“An honest answer is like a kiss on the lips.” -Proverbs 24:26
Why we lie
was the name of a magazine article
sitting on a shelf as I waited in line.
A younger version of myself
might have turned through the pages of the article,
secretly hoping to find a new answer
for all the lies I have been told.
As if the article could reveal
all the corresponding truths that were never spoken
or fill the hole created by each stretch of truth,
the distance that opened between us
that was also a pit of disappointment and hurt,
sometimes too wide to be crossed.
But then, I have told my fair share of lies,
turning to kiss on the cheek and avoiding eyes,
instead of being truly seen.
you are learning my limits
bounding me in
slowly stepping around
and pressing down
where you want
to keep me safe
but my love was meant
to bend low
and slip underneath
to let you encircle
and fold over me