Ode to Love

What you say happens, what I say happens Must one of us stay silent forever? What I think happens, what you think happens Can this end in anything but "never?" How can one walk away from one so close? I don't remember, don't think I want to Even in the net I wonder of gross Though colors respond to sharpen moon's view Desired and devoured spectrums grow Until pinpoint accuracy is found Radio still signals strangers below Up so high, don't think I've forgotten ground Through infinitely small angles we sift Lover, strangers, friends, and family the gift 

Hosea 2:23 "I will plant her for myself in the land; I will show my love to the one I called 'not my loved one.' I will say to those called 'Not my people,' 'You are my people'; and they will say 'You are my God.'" Obadiah 1:12-14 "You should not gloat over your brother in the day of his misfortune, nor rejoice over the people of Judah in the day of their destruction, nor boast so much in the day of their trouble. You should not march through the gates of my people in the day of their disaster, nor gloat over them in their calamity in the day of their disaster, nor seize their wealth in the day of their disaster. You should not wait at the crossroads to cut down their fugitives, nor hand over their survivors in the day of their trouble." Obadiah 1:15 "The day of the Lord is near for all nations. As you have done, it will be done to you; your deeds will return upon your own head." *** We are your people I know these acts trou...

Praise Him for his grace For every act of mercy We never deserved Praise Him for His love The unending depths of which Are still unfathomed Praise Him for great works Like overcoming the grave That we ourselves made Praise Him for wonder For all that shines in darkness Refreshing our souls Praise Him for his skill To craft us each uniquely Yet in His image Praise Him for patience For the space and time to learn Where His true heart lies For His pure delight For moments when we act in kind Not for our violence Praise Him in His tongue For it has always been love That He has preferred 

Thank you for raising me right Setting my foundation on stone from early days An unwavering defender of faith Thank you for giving me freedom of thought Loosly tempering my youthful enthusiasm Without chaining my wild style Thank you for all the times you helped me After saying you would not When I deserved no aid For the fearful nights you joined me Despite the storm of demons in my wild eyes To see me see the morning For the subtle seeds you plant Perhaps not even knowing when you do The humble gardener Do you carry hope to reap what you've sown? “The days are coming,” declares the  Lord , “when the reaper  will  be overtaken by the plowman and  the planter by the one treading grapes. New wine  will  drip from the mountains and  flow from all the hills" (Amos 9:13) In this winter may the Lord bless you for the love you have always shown me. May you be kept warm by the fire built from every thing you've done for me and others, that was never...

I almost hear it This new song that approaches Heralding the age When God walks amongst No longer kept sequestered For the (stage/mold) is set I hear them praising Quietly from within now But this voice grows loud Why stifle your cries? Do you not know your soul's voice When your lips speak it? Fettered to the land Home, for the bride has been found Home, for she said yes This holy city A reminder of blessed days When the war was won Not by violent men Not by those claiming virtue Through love, and by all The critics who scoffed Now blushed at their predictions But rejoiced as well 

Sing hallelujah A harmonious chorus Known deeply by all You know your maker Recognizing once revealed Like home forgotten Like paradise lost Covered by wandering dust But never removed Knowledge unneeded For God feels like coming home And sounds of roses These things reflections Arranged to provide context And let hunger build For we (I) have left once And have been learning since why We (I) long to come home Remembered like dreams Flashbacks of visions unseen Margins reforming May these years bring joy Not for the days we (I) have strayed But when we (I) came back 

Your word runs swiftly How might I see this action Like words brought to life? You speak the seasons Stirring storms and growing wheat Ice and flame from tongue Your word supplies food Even when not, sustaining Simply breathing, life So let this action Be given form all its own That I might be paired The source of all things Cleaved to the heart of nothing Shaped so they might touch So that which shaped them Might retain reality Indefinitely The stars all counted Names that will not be erased Each a vital piece The potter made clay When the form has been fired So all might enjoy 

My hope is in God I will not be put to shame Nor left to languish These days are numbered Moves remaining limited The end still secured Each crafts their own realm We have no pull outside it Save what is agreed By authority The Lord teaches us wisdom But does not compel So each realm gestates Cause and effect etching paths From things seen on earth Then we are pulled back "Marvel at your handiwork For this is your home" We have been called gods But domain is not mentioned Only known when seen Thus blooms empathy And everlasting resolve Love's necessity 

The message passing One generation to next Errors edited The words echo true Their intention is fulfilled We are catching up Trustworthy and true Your name even to the last Even in the dark Your hands have made me Knitted me to flesh and bone Crafted from the dust How well did you know How this mind might think of you When flipping the switch? Can you be surprised? Can a mystery be known? You could craft such things Shine from your kingdom You know I follow the light That leads to your gate Will I be welcome? Will you call it very good For this man come home?

What might I pursue If I knew I could not fail? This is obvious. Yet complicated Love no simple endeavor No walk in the park Even with all strength Love is not found in compulsion Love is a challenge Omniscience chains it Omnipotence buries it Love is sacrifice That which you give up Increases without measure For love begets love Until the challenge Is mourning for what you lost If one chooses so Two paths lie ahead On one I see my soulmate The other who knows My vision narrowed I would not choose but follow Once I saw those eyes