Don't Look Into My Eyes

You ask me “Why”—

How honest should I be?

Should I—lie—

To protect you from Me?

I dislike certainty—

I’d rather dwell—

In Possibility—

Avoid that hell—

Condemns—awkwardness—

I’d rather maintain—

Beautiful—Broken—

This Undefined mess.

"Hope" is the thing with feathers--REVISITED

“Hope” is the thing with talons—

That latches to the soul—

And sings the tune of sirens’ cries—

And never stops—at all—

Those strangled—in the Flood—are heard—

Air bubbles popping nigh—

Yet none abide the little Bird

That lures with cunning Lie—

I’ve heard it in the chillest man—

And in the desperate Plea—

And—sadly—in Extremity,

It plays its trick—on me.

Confessions

No words—just emptiness.

Or too afraid—perhaps—

To admit—this fullness—

My Confession mishaps—

As I Am Taken Out

I thought I held together

My microcosmic world—

Thought Peace was all that mattered

To make us each feel Whole—

I held up sprightly flowers

To link them with the bees.

Perhaps I was the Nectar—

That tryst necessity.

But Harken—leaves a rustling—

Wind warns untimely Frost—

Will these bright bees keep buzzing—

Or will my Springtime—lapse—

"He Cares For You" in the Twenty-First Century

Something is wrong when It proves

a lie. Does Jesus only weep with us,

or does he have tangible efficacy?

We are taught to abandon this

earth, trusting spiritual immortality.

What is the difference between

“God’s in control”, and “Through you

God will act”? We teach asomatous

reality, but my blood is running red.

(19.22.1-2)

I spread a net of people

To catch me when I fall.

I used to plead with Divine—

He silenced desperate calls.

I listen t’close advisers

Who seem to take a care

About what happens to me—

In lieu of Distant Stares.

We argue—God is in this—

And maybe that is so—

But I don’t discern His Presence—

Maybe He’s decided—to go—

Whispers in the Afterlight

Look at the stars—
See how they Shine for you.
Study the waves—
Hear them Crash on your Shore.
Ponder the insect—
Your flying Companion.

You gotta let it go—
—But not This—
You hold Tight to my World.