Posted in Poetry

THE DATE

After three hours of sitting down looking at each other

Feasting on the sacred moment of pure honesty and truth

Paralyzed to have a sense of time

Him staring at her curved bowed lips

Her… well, what about her?

She was definitely mesmerized by the cool eyes

So curious, searching, looking…

He asked her then, to pour him a drink

 

Heard by the eavesdropping birds, the words were weightless

To her, they were whispered words wrapped in petals

That floated gently into her rib cage and settled at her centre

It was a simple request, but her heart took it as a plea

Something changed, in a second the environment changed

The trance was broken, and the locks snapped

 

A harsh fell and the silence shouted at the top of her lungs

Confusion was written on her face

Wondered if he knew that she was just a picture

With a broken frame

A voice commanded her out of the state

Be everything your ego is afraid to become

Your existence is tied together like shoelaces.

 

Her eyes held so many tears, unshed for so many years

He said, “Rain on me”

Chosen not to be wiped, chosen not to be held back

She tasted her very emotions, a mixture

Of anguish, pain, bitterness, frustration and happiness

And it was the best wine he had ever had.

Posted in Inspire

SEEKING MENTAL CLARITY

Jesus loved when there was nothing to love, with us so rotten in sin

If He kept on giving to an extent that there seemed nothing was there to give

If He cared for me, a person so lost in this world that has consumed my being

That the wise and prudent deemed profitable that it was best to end this life

The thoughts of men pierced through my conscious

Dug into my heart which was unguarded with effusiveness.

 

Is it mockery that I hear at a distance?

Is it discrimination that I’ve received?

Is it an act that seems to others so just or unjust?

Is it control that words so simple have on me?

That I cry to the One…

Take heart, take courage, take every strength within me!

 

What’s this bitter and heavy feeling that has sunk in me

That chokes the very air that I enjoy in in freedom seems confined away from me

There is no way to please is there?

Every effort made with a clear conscious ends up being discriminated,

the least criticized.

Only to realize later that my sins are as far away from His thoughts…

I don’t know what’s far from yours

 

You are going to keep giving

You are going to keep loving

You are going to keep getting hurt

Because that’s the way life is

Leaning on One whose heart never tires

Whose body is patient to labor on

Whose mind is insatiable of thinking about you.

 

As in a garden, flowers knot their diverse odor to make a more sweet savor

As in music, poets bring diverse strings which cause a more delicate consent

As in art, a painter mixes more colors that bring a magnificent counterfeit

We bring all our imperfections to show the majestic nature of Christ.