regurgitation

I dream dreams of rescue;
me the hero and all the rest in need.
I wake from and to this
finding myself still sought.
they lean, lean, lean…
into me they rest;
roots of desperation can choke,
the escapes are few for me.
how can I deny them my heart,
even when I come undone
I lend my strength when they have none.

Ωμέγα

Who you are is who you remain,
shifting circumstance doesn’t cause the core to wane.
All we’ve left now his hope:
hope you’ll seek, find, and keep
all you’ve ever wanted.
I’ll pray you never regret or relent;
pushing through the odds you built.
I cannot see the horizon of your life,
but I promise to be on the other side.
I will wait and wonder where you’ve been,
sure that the ties that bind us won’t thin.

Ωμέγα

All I’ve ever known was never for naught,
for all my findings, I always sought.
No reward comes without first earning,
and little earning comes without a passion burning.
You can find my flame anywhere I am,
anywhere I have been or will go again.
This world knows no single master,
so I raise my rod and part the raging sea
while I wait here for the fire that is guiding me.
Ωμέγα

These are the crystal clear  moments
the days when all is sense
and all sense comes of reason.
this a blue moon season
we may never see twice,
but I see you here, with me
and I cannot ignore your gravity.
Ωμέγα

an inkling

when we present ourselves to those around us as Christians why is that so often coupled with explanation and interpretation for what that means?

i wish that when i said to another ‘I am a Christian.’ it would be perfectly understood that that meant nothing more than loving, following, and striving to be more and more like Christ and the Father in everyway, everyday. My life should be enough explanation and interpretation. My attitude should exude my Christianity. I don’t want to fit into a genre of Christianity… being Shane Claybourne-esqe, or a CBCer, or anything else besides what the Bible says I should be. My faith is not attached or related to any man but Christ.

Psalm 139

1 O Lord, you have examined my heart
and know everything about me.
2 You know when I sit down or stand up.
You know my thoughts even when I’m far away.
3 You see me when I travel
and when I rest at home.
You know everything I do.
4 You know what I am going to say
even before I say it, Lord.
5 You go before me and follow me.
You place your hand of blessing on my head.
6 Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,
too great for me to understand!

birthday wishes

courage to find the truth in yourself,
strength to face the mistakes made,
the kind of love it takes to be honest,
revelation that your lies are hurting her.

show me

i wish you could see the me in me,
the parts inside urging you to be so loud.
we are standing on the edge of your tongue,
together waiting for all the unformed words.
i am seeking the depths of your sound,
wondering where you bury your endless thought.
it is easy for me to see the worry on your face,
to take in the stream of things running in your eyes.
but tell me please, where was all this wrought.
to love without voice, without a whisper is absurd;
i am silently here waiting, seeking the unheard.

won’t you fade away?

he may be here now for the taking,
ready and willing to forget the making.
but any eye can see what i can see.
time passes quickly but the past remains,
leaving in my line of sight lingering days.
i want to let go of what he once held;–
erase your memories of what i know now.
but there is much that cannot be undone,
and i must take hold of what i’ve found.

call me by another name

i will not remain the same.
labels make us crazy,
someone define for me definition,
can you even name your edition:
your you, your matter-of-fact.
do we know us or them;
we are running in circles again.
now words come before thought
and respect can be bought;
there is a rift in the idea of man,
a chasm found in my unheld hand.
loneliness isn’t literal nowadays
yet it’s present in this sea of our phase.
will we exit these wounds we bear,
forgive and forget the lies we tell ourselves;
or forever be caught in self woven webs,
leading our show while we pretend to care.