the voices...

 

i hear the voices in my head
never listening to what they’ve said

for while they ring of truth and right
they leave me cold in the night

to be held close in love and light
is all I want with all my might

that part of me that seeks to reason
i leave to ponder in life's seasons

i choose instead my heart’s own sounds

as with their warmth they me surround

and so my heart rules ‘oer my head
i’ll live by love when all is said

 

i'll live by love

.

.

.

the secret place...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

there is

a road

in the hearts of all of us

hidden and seldom traveled

which leads to

 

 

an unknown secret place

 

 

the game...

she could not run

she could not hide

from all that haunted her inside

strip away the woven webs

of all that dormant dread

and all the monsters that she fed

when to the devil she had wed

and even then

from her own den

she could not hide

she could not run

from what in sin she had begun

it was a game

she could not tame

.

.

.

and so it is...

all

i

can

do

is

be

me

whoever

that

is

to wonder...

 men go abroad to wonder

at the heights of mountains

at the huge waves of the sea

at the long courses of the rivers

at the vast compass of the ocean

at the circular motions of the stars

and they pass by themselves without wondering -

the crucible...

she no longer had thoughts of her own

her own mind to her now unknown

the air she breathed no longer the same

her lungs inhaling particles of shame

light and darkness no longer distinguishable

her eyes blinded to all but the holy crucible

days became nights and nights became nights without end

no longer could she pretend

she no longer had thoughts of her own

becoming...

when i let go

of who i am

i become

what i 

might be

keep stillness inside...

in the midst of

movement and chaos

keep stillness

inside

of

you

i do see...

I will see 

beauty and goodness

in all things.

From all that is unlovely

shall my vision be immune.