Monday, January 27, 2014

what you didn't remember


 Silver thoughts roll to the ground
And shatter, each with muted sound,
Beyond your reach but in your eyes
They fall, they flutter, laugh and fly.
Soft remembrance, new creation,
The second look at your surroundings
Captured your wild heart by laughter
And by solemn promises.

Cup a draught of starlit sky,
Hold it tight, fling it high,
Travel with it through the forests
                                                              To the higher mountain air.
Long have you been here;
Long will you stay-
The most strange, glowing thing
Is to fall in love late.

This hour that is fading
Has triggered your soul
Golden light streams through windows
You are lost and unwhole
This heart sways divided
This love is a war
Heal what lies dying
Breathe into the coals. 
Your heart feels no shifting
Your heart lost wise fear
Your heart is a castle
You are frozen years

How is stone melting
How can death fear?
The castle is pulsing
With flesh and with ears
That hear sharp words cutting
But lose sharper thorns
Of floating and drifting-
To promises, born.
Your faithfulness stuns me
I can't understand
How you choose the faithless
With love that demands

Dead things to falter
And strong things to crack
Cold blood to tremble
And black hearts to ask
Return with your love, God
Return with your words
You make me feel shifting
This heart shakes in fear

                                                              The dead leaves are stirring
                                                              A wind gives them breath,
Their blood is returning
Their fists are unclenched

















                                                            The stone heart weighs nothing,
This blackness feels light-
The light makes strong promise,
And measures the night. 


















  

You wake up in freedom,
Crowning and green;
Through brume dawn is streaming-
This God wants to heal.
You'll hunt out His freedom
You'll sing for His voice
You know His strong drawing
He's given Himself
Long may you hunger,
Long may you thirst,
The most heart-morphing truth
Is to have been loved first. 

6 comments:

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    1. Thank you, Abby!
      Means a lot coming from a lovely author like you. (:

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    1. Rachel, thank you. (:
      I'm excited about sharing times like these with you in the future
      and until then seeing what unfolds next for you. (:

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  3. I just stumbled upon your blog thru Kealohi'lani....and I'm in love already... :) beautiful pictures...beautiful words...

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    1. Goodness, I feel so honoured! :) Thank you, Sarah.

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