Old Favorites

Here are a few pieces written long before the birth of the blog. Hope you enjoy.

Farewell I Presume, or Hello I Believe?

            This is farewell, I presume,

            Farewell to those I never knew.

            Or perhaps this is hello,

            Hello to those I’ve yet to know.

            Could you tell me which it is?

            Time, to me, does not exist.

Yesterday leaves an echo on the tongue.

            Today still tastes the same.

                        Tomorrow will never truly come.

            Repeat the same old game.

            This is the spiral, in which I find,

            To believe there is no thing called time.

            What, to you, follows the circle,

            That changes from red to blue by purple?

            Round and round it ever goes,

            Never-ending loop of woes.

Looking back the pattern was flawless.

            But now I’m not so sure.

                        Monotony seems to frolic, lawless.

            Why do we endure?

            Pull the dagger from the sheath,

            Stab the perfect, wily wreath.

            Jump from the tracks that riddle you so,

            Live your life by letting go.

            Abandon this tedious, pointless game,

            Invest yourself in light’s new frame.

The past has nothing with which to hold on.

            The present is taking control.

                        The future will wake up with the dawn.

            Finally, awake is the soul.

            Before I asked hello or goodbye,

            But now I know what to expect in reply.

            Freedom has saved us from the sphere,

            The choice is ours, now and here.

            Yesterday would have been farewell,

            Today the same, but I rebel.

            This is hello, I believe.

 

black rain

running pounding throbbing

round and round and never stopping

left right left right

farther harder faster

right left right left

thunder was his master

circling the track the track

never looking back or back

pushing till his toes turn black

hearing echo smack on smack

a ritual of summoning

his mind is daftly humming

a desperation beckoning

in search for empty reckoning

calling out the abyss for rain

not prepared for drought again

doesnt care for heaven or hell

just wants the blue to hear his yell

anguished screams

hopeless dreams

darkness beams

anxiety teems

vacancy streams

fervency schemes

he stirs onward

legs dont stop

surging forward

till sky drops

he doesnt just run

but dances for rain

not for some

he discards pain

circling the track the track

never looking back or back

pushing till his toes turn black

hearing echo smack on smack

pushing emerging flying past

never another sprinting so fast

circle after circle loop after loop

bloodshot eyes that never droop

not your regular everyday man

this lad ran and ran and ran

never ending never ceasing

till one day his speed decreasing

drop one

nay count two

the rain had fallen

and he had too

 

My son, me too

I feel the chill as it dances my spine,

The pit of my soul as it flirts with the line

That bridges the gap of life and death,

Sanctified by holy breath.

Hearing the call across the water

That claims to be my heavenly Father;

He calls me by name that I do not know

But my heart commands, “Listen and go.”

I step from the ledge, descending peak,

Feeling my knees that tremble weak

As a nervous joy flutters inside

But human flesh is petrified.

Before the sea was calm and still

Though now the silence beckons will;

Ripples flood the water afar

Breaking the stillness like a scar.

A shadow figure approaches now

But not a stern and nor a prow,

It strides the surface with all grace,

Urgent now, yet without pace.

Taking form I see the feet

That call on me to come and meet

The face that hides behind the cloud

Whose voice has echoed pure and loud.

Somewhere within I start to weep

As I wade into the deep;

But there inside exists a hope

That allows me for now to cope.

Slowly from deep inside the mist

The veil, though thick, begins to lift;

The farther I walk, the more I see,

And all the more I yearn to be.

Now He stops and water again

Is still and quiet just like when

I sat atop that eerie cliff

And simply pondered, “God, what if?”

Then He stares with glorified eyes,

Teacher of all, for me He vies,

How or why, I do not know

But onward I desire to go.

He stretches out His crucified hands

And lets me see the holes still stand

Just as they suffered, beaten down,

Whipped, adorned with thorny crown.

I fix my eyes on holy King

But then look down and start to sink

Exactly as Peter that fateful night

Trying in vain with all my might.

Christ steps forward as I go down

Betraying hope I start to drown,

Yet He says with glowing face,

“I love you, child, of little faith.”

Then I feel my soul pull up,

A tug on heart that came abrupt

But whose effect will never cease

Because God loves me like the least.

Though alone my tries will fail,

With Holy Spirit I will prevail;

Now with Lord of heaven and earth

We celebrate my soul’s rebirth.

A birth into the realm of love

Penned in blood by God above

And given to us as our salvation,

Saving us from condemnation.

The God of the past is the God of tomorrow

So I live today without my sorrow;

The Father has washed away my sin,

Now my life may truly begin.

I face Him on the water and say,

“Father I cannot wait for the day

I spend eternity in heaven with you.”

He smiled and said, “My son, me too.”