“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?

When Will it End?

Hungry, angry, lonely and tired,
My will has all but expired, again
And the temptations come at me in droves

Hear the Son, some say
He is gonna come back, some day
And take all of our pain away
But my hope finds itself not at home…

The Irony of the Unnatural Response

Oh how deceptive we are–even to ourselves–
I smile when I’m afraid and laugh when I’m in pain;
Yet mourning comes when the transient things do not comfort
And anger flows in streams down my face when I do not obtain what I desire.

A Reflective Poem to the King of Kings

My God is abundant in loving kindness and tender mercies.

I look on those I desire influence over,
Those I called ‘my loved,’
With a critical spirit.
I am shown their pain
To my eyes their oppressions are revealed
And I desire to make known their foolish ways
To return what I see to their own eyes
That they might be shamed in the terror of it all
That they might see their ways and change them
I take their words, I observe their actions
And I return with my own as their accuser and judge

And it never worked.
They reacted as a cornered animal,
Lashing violently at me in desperation, in defense
Instinctively protecting the wound which my piety so maliciously inflicted

Then they came to one of two things:
They despised me above all;
Or revered me as something greater than men.

And what an oppression this is
To receive my own lack of mercy in the terrible curses of one;
And to simultaneously endure the incessant praises – to my worthy-less glory – of another

“O Lord!” I cried “What can be done?
Come Lord, what shall I say?
Visit me Lord, what shall I do?
Your presence reveals all truth,
Please come to this place Father!
And He did.
And His overwhelming presence silenced my heart.
When all was made still,
He spoke in a whisper,

“I am the revealer of mysteries,
I alone change the hearts of men.”

So. I spoke to my King about their pain,
I told Him of their oppression.
And to my heart, it’s foolish ways are made known
What the Lord sees, returns to my eyes
But in His love, I am not put to shame
And I am not anxious to change my heart
For He takes my words, and observes my actions
And replaces them with His truth, full of love and grace

My God is abundant in loving kindness and tender mercies.