a day of death, of sin, of painhow could we call it good?the day the son of man was slainhow could we call it good? his flesh they whipped, his heart they torehow could we call it good?the wrath he suffered to settle our scorehow could we call it good? piercing nails and searing thorns,how …
{another day}
The clouds have lifted their droopy drapesas darkness flees and morning breaksI look to the skywith courage I riseI can make it another day
{masquerade}
I remember her telling meshe refused to crybecause if she startedshe feared she’d never stopI remember wonderinghow you could live with that much painhow you could carry that much weightshrouded and sealed and buried deep withinwhere is the benefit in denialwhere is the hope in a masquerade I wondered thenBut I understand now
{just to speak}
Have you ever felt claws ripping and wrenching,slashing and hacking at your throat,leaving a trail of bloodas you speak?Have you ever felt a weight on your chest, so heavy you can barely breathe, let alone express the feelingsyou’ve only been told to hide?Has it ever seemed like the thoughts buried deep inside your soul,are written …
{listening, watching, perceiving}
listening, watching, perceivingthat I don’t want to be one of them-one who is constantlylistening watching, perceiving everyone’s lives but their very own Pushing away children, our books, the treesNo time for God or discipline or rest we’re always listening, watching, perceiving worrying, comparing, condemning Looking at screens instead of the starsscrolling instead of savoringthis one …