Here in al-Maghreb

I’m sitting on my bed
Jon Foreman echoing in my head
Music releases my emotions
And feelings of longing raise me from the dead

My chest splits down the middle, a door is opened
From the whole on its left, the heart there is broken
Its light is dim because it’s far from him
Who loves it as much as his own

That “him” is I
And I think I know that guy–
Who can let ambition run his entire mission
And use others to fuel his desire.
But let the flames grow higher
On all that I aspire
If it lets the heart of my love grow dim.

I will hate it and crush it and have no more of it
And remember our hearts instead
And learn of her feelings and all of their dealings
And seek what she’s thought and all that it’s brought
And keep her heart strong, in my chest, where it belongs.

Oh God, let ambitions be dead.
Oh God, give us pure wisdom instead.

“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?

My Queen of Wisdom

Contemplation. I seek to do it in a place without change, in a place held sacred; where I can leave my immediate surroundings and trust the security they have always offered; where I can relax completely, to dwell on the truth and come to an understanding in the abundance of peace.

Her arms are sacred, constant and strong. Her peaceful heart is true and pure. Her willing wisdom leads me to confidence in truth and grace. In her arms I will find rest and contemplate each day.

The Demise of a King’s Love

There are lands she will not travel to,
Even to be with one she loves.
There are places where she will not fight,
Even to save a king she thought she knew.

Be strong, O man, be faithful;
And flee from evil lands.
Be meek, O king, be loving;
And do not strive to control a land filled with tares.
Keep pure, O soul,
Hold tight to the the banner of integrity prophesied over you.

Watching my Heart Grow Numb

The breed of thought that continues to reappear
Begins with the expression “I want”
It feels dark
And is spoken with downcast eyes,
Unless there is an audience–then there is great show and gusto applied
But my heart is still dark
And those words are still empty.

Then a truth so obvious and pure and raw is spoken
And it begins with the expression “I have”.
It is as powerful and fulfilling as it is honest and true.
And expressed with open, willing sacrifice; joy may give birth in the heart of love.