Beauty Is In It's Embrace

Inside display of broken wings. So smooth porcelain face cracks and flakes away. Turns to pulse flying down telephone lines. To the pictures on your wall.

To Renew, Cause To Grow, Or Bloom Again

To Gary And Marcus: The Sovereignty Of God Is Omnipresent

Sparrows

I awoke from a dream, I was flying home. The wind wailed on my wings. And my strength was waning. . And I knew where from rescue would come. I scarcely called, I scarcely called.

Snowman

Mardi Gras

Luminous Luminescense

Just Because You Can't See The Sun Doesn't Mean It's Not Shining

I Thought In My Heart...

Is this called discontent? Like the meaning behind the father's proud and angry stroll into the church with the mother s. traggling behind with the child, they both smiled. When they reached for the door they were happy again. Grim faces mope about (they ask), "How shall we live today?" They walk back-first through the crowds in rooms, looking only for a faster way to advance and pay, throw the deadliest smiles, such things that will never suffice. Their spirits cry, "All I want to hear is that I'm ok. But the light burns me." To these people I owe my greatest apologies, for I have been made aware of their needs but I'm afraid that I might share His disgrace. In these thoughts the truth is stripped away. Peeled and peeled away.But because of His great love, we are not consumed. His compassions never fail. His mercies are new every morning. Great is Your faithfulness Lord unto me (Leviticus 3:22-23)..

Hoodwink

"So nevermind,.... Someday they will build monuments for us" - Adolf Eichmann (planner of the Nazi gas chambers). People like me walk out the door, we'll pull you out into the streets of far off countries. If I'm ready to go, how could I let you dwell in delight?.

Fugue: 24

Don't Kid Yourself You Need A Physician

Don't Kid Yourself, You Need a Physician. For days and weeks I made the parting call. I cupped my hands, my mouth in "O." I shouted saying, "Brothers, hold my fading arms in the air, I am weak!" They just faded there, my voice was gone. Who will rescue me from this body, not the arms, the fingers still... yes, they feel what they touch as well, cut the cords. Let the ancient Adam go. I've been dancing with this corpse for nineteen years. And when I said, "Who will shave my head, and on the might, reveal me in my skin?" All the secrets of fitness: all the fitness He requires is to feel your need for Him.*** In my room, in my room, in this gospel I have made, salvation is a broken cistern in a handmade frame. I cut the sheets into a flag, paint it red, self-pity hangs over the doorway in. From seven times seventy scraping knees, blood lets, deficiencies, these are the layers of bandages, protection from the sting. In this great lacking, I've found a way. And when I said, "Who will shave my head, and on that might reveal me in my skin?" All the secrets of fitness: all the fitness He requires is to feel your need for Him.*** Who will rescue me from this body, not the arms, the fingers still... yes, they feel what they touch as well, cut the cords. Let the ancient Adam go. I've been dancing with this corpse for nineteen years..

Declared, Bannered

I could not look Him in the face, so I stood revarnishing the floor with my eyes. He stared into them with this love so offended and profound. He tore the center of my shirt and red ws bleeding through from underneath the white clothes that I wore. The fire of devotion was only an ember. Alarmed at this sign of decay, my legs gave out because there was no self left to stand on. Thus, my heart was grieved, vexed in my mind, still Your banner over me was love. My walls are ever before You, still Your banner over me is love. But it was Your kind arms cradling me, a criminal. But it was your kind arms cradling me, a criminal. Oh wretched worm of a man that I am, on Thy kind arms I fall.** I'm just a man. I'm just a criminal..

By Number

One: become the widowed son.. Them, to me, "Out of sight, out of mind.". Someone said that to me and I smiled.. . Two: Listen as he sings through you..

But Without Love

At The Lowest Point

breath your love, through my soul. hear the words of my broken praise. i'm dying and you know it. i'm so far away, from. you. from you. break through to me, surely no one lays a hand on a broken man crying out in distress all alone. as the grass melts before the fire, may my wickedness parish before, before you. in the time of your favor, and in your great love, rescue me with your sure salvation. break through to me, i am merely a man, crying out in distress. scorn has hardened my heart and left me feeling empty, so alone. it's fading, help my faith to remain. it's fading, help my faith to remain. it's fading, help my faith to remain. it's fading, help my faith to remain..

Aaron Held His Peace

A Song For Christine

A Holiday At The Sea

...in The Atlas Position