Unfinished Things

There are unfinished things
That must go beyond this world
Like relationships without closure, without resolution
Like a dead branch
Severed by a crack
Hanging limp from the tree of life
Not falling, not leaving
Because its source of life still exists in the world
But there is no longer a connection
And there was no healing, no understanding, no humility
Until it was too late
Occasionally now,
The creaking of its dead fibers
Reach my ears and draw my eyes to the memories of its fullness and strength
But its weight still hangs
Heavy and limp with sadness
Reminding me then,
There are unfinished things

“I Love You” (a proposal to my beloved)

Why do we let things become so serious?
Why do we feel so burdened?
Why do we try to handle everything alone?
I don’t know…
I don’t know…

But I want to know something
I want to know someone
And I believe that you and I, each are the others one
To heal through the chaos
To heal through the pain
Together call on the truth, and live within its flame
To burn away the lies in fear and find what’s left to name
Be it beauty, or be it shame
I don’t care as long as your there to take it on again

We’ll burn together
As bright as the sun
Illuminating the darkness, cutting through the heartlessness
As long as we’re humble
As long as we’re pure
Yielding to the other will be true love, I’m sure

But in the end
It comes down to this hardly simple thing:
I want to know someone
I want to be known
And I believe that you and I, each are the others own
I believe that you and I, each are the others own

So will you marry me?
Will you be my one?
I want to know my life with you
To sing of truth and love
Will you marry me?

From Fear to Relationship

Fear comes from things that you don’t understand
Which, if responded to in humility, leads to questions
Which, if they are received, leads to answers
Which, if received and understood, lead to peace and confidence in knowledge and understanding
Which, if contact is continued, forms and binds a relationship.

After a Debate Between Hypothetical Opinions

“But is it easier apply judgment or give mercy? I am trying to make the giving of mercy understandable.”

“Mercy is only a gift to the humble.”

“True, because only the humble will see it as such. All the more, because of this, we should always give mercy, rather than grow prideful in our judgment–no longer allowing the reception of mercy ourselves.”

The Beauty of a Name; having…

…a relationship in which you’re called a name that is true and full of knowledge and understanding, rather than a label which is only spoken in the passing of raw information to aid in giving people what they want–something that people look at and think no further than, ‘Oh, that’s useful.’

I despise labels! Neither do they require humility, nor do justice to knowledge and understanding.

The Mantra

Meekness, humility; service, submission; patience and waiting on the Lord.

Yes, I am humble, aren’t I.

Boasting in myself can only make me a liar at its worst, and arrogant and prideful at its other worst; but to boast in Christ and His sacrifice is worthy for all time.

[This was in response to a comment I made to someone at work.]