A Longing DeepA longing deep, a longing deep,You ask, when will this longing be complete?No other time but when we meet.A longing deep, a longing deep,Who might the knowledge of my longing keep?Not those whose shallow love is weak.—Yan Jidao
VVindicate me, mighty Lord,Victory comes not by sword,Vile the death brought in by sin,Vanquish what is old within.Vine and branches bearing fruitViewed as signs of God's pursuit.Vainest glories, stay behind,Virtue crowns the humble mind.
Sonnet LXIIOp. 26, no. 2LampsSin of self-love possesseth all mine eyeAnd clouds this lamp that lights my fevered brainWhen I believe these pleasures satisfyThe deepest longings given selfish reign.To see creation as a basic meansTo satisfy the myriad of youthful lustsIs instability, because it leansOn wants that crumble quickly into dust.My hope is that I might not acquiesceIn chasing things shortsightedly pathetic,But powered by the Spirit, try my bestTo understand the lasting things majestic,And make my mark, fulfill the ministryThat I was called to leave a legacy.
MineI am His craft, I took my formBeneath His skillful hand,And though I walk through flame and stormHe helps me understand:"In darkness you will see me shine,In anxious doubt I send my signFor you are mine,For you are mine,Redeemed to show my grand design."But I am weak and impotent,And much I do not know.Besides His grace, all heaven-sent,I would not overflowAbove the waters dark and deepThat tempt me towards my mortal sleep.O, they will sweep,O, they will sweep,But God is here my soul to keep.So dwell no longer on the past,In distant memory,But look to him who breathed his lastAnd gave His life for me.In deserts dry he lays a roadTo drink the sky-sent word that snowedAnd melting flowedAnd melting flowedTo drench me in this love He showed.
Beach DayIn undulating waves that pound the shore—Their frothy tides embracing higher waters blue—I saw my joy, and sat down to adoreThe one this heart would daily choose to wander to.No distance quite too far, no background dinToo raucous that I cannot stay and ponderAll the currents stirred I'm swimming inInside my heart, a longing still for more,And wanderlust for oceans to explore.
Wax and WaneOh! wide-eyed wonder high up in the sky,My only link transcending time and space,How many separations have gone byBefore the searing coldness of your gaze?And always in the fullest of your phase,When many separations must go by,'Tis then you choose to show your pallid faceAnd wide-eyed, sunder sighs up to the sky.And yet you bear no ill-will, though I tryTo pin my loneliness within your place.For when I have my love within my hold,You wrap the night around you in its foldsAnd from our private union hide your face(Oh! Wide-eyed wonder!) from sighs up to the sky.
No FallowIf fruitful labor has but one sad fate,'tis that my mind cannot in fallow lie.My wearied hands do not procrastinate,I promise you, but as I sit and tryTo summon up the simplest of a noun,I'm flummoxed, flustered, full of bluster.Fertility demands that life lay downAnd give until there's none to muster:O! what a cruel device, this sacrifice!
The StruggleThough once I said it was adversityThat birthed the most imaginative verse,In darkness lies no creativity,Despair itself destroys and gives no birth.It murders, leaving no recourse for mercy,Swallowing up the brightest minds, its mawInsatiable except for vilest cursingOf self-inflicted wounds all rubbed and raw.But when the light inside me flickers fireAnd cuts through darkness with its needle rays,The smallest candlelight might then inspirePoetic justice for defeated days.In light alone do shadows find their shape,The struggle from which poems find escape.
WoundsThe time when verses flow most freely from my mindIs not when life has altogether been too kind:The echoed strains of joy, what words could catch and captureThe speechlessness of laughter, hearts abrim with rapture?It's hopelessness and sorrow baring wounds through words,A crust of scabbed emotions daring to be heard;It itches mightily, and though you want to ripApart the hurt and all reminders in one strip,It stings to know there is no bottom but an ooze,This awful spring of inspiration, pain-infused.But give it time to heal, protect it from all harm,And off it comes. The skin beneath is new and warmAnd paler than before, but solid in its form.
We PrayWe pray for a hope that can heal a landSpreading the good news of what God has plannedHelp us shine Your love in the darkest nightBringing more lost ones to the lightWe pray that your spirit will fuel a fireAs we set our sights on realms much higherThan the fleeting desires of world and sinLord, cleanse our spirits from withinWe pray for a willingness to beYour way of setting the captives freeServing with humility and graceSo that, through us, they see Your faceWe pray that the whole world will knowThe power inside that makes us glowWith joy that flows through what we doMay we bring people back to You!
promise your eyesgather your hopelet Love be no strangerhold them dearupon this path of dangerwatch your stepthe trail here gets steepit's a slippery slopeand consequences are deeprelinquish feardoubts need only a seedguard your hearthave faith take the leadclimb with convictionlook to the prizebeyond today's' troublepromise your eyes
Death prayerNow I lay me down in deathThat I may seek eternal restIf I should wake before I'm homeMay you stop me before I'm gone
Odin's TaskWhat does "an eye for an eye" mean?Steal away what was lost?Or is it more than what is seen?Wisdom at any cost!Power hungry, I hear them call,But their vision is truly small.Power hungry?Power hungry!Ha! I ought to conquer them all.What does "an eye for an eye" mean?Is it Vengeance perhaps?A greater sense, one far more keen?Or wisdom for whom lapse?I need to know the words I seek.Scour works, interest at its peak!I need to know...I need to know...That I do not grow ever weak.What does "an eye for a eye" mean?Nine days I hungered soAnd at nights: thirst. All as to gleanfrom runes, wisdom through woe,The primal truth that of this realmIn search of growth I'm at the helm.The primal truth?The primal truth...?May the mead of blood overwhelm!
DianaThe huntress at her cusp,Risen full she loomsAcross the silken watersTo snatch the minds of poets swooned.Awakened, wild in lunacy,They hasten from the folds,Of life’s cyclic obsessionsThat man’s lack of purpose molds,Escapist thoughts begin to warp their vision,Imagination makes a deep incision,Severing the line that tethers us to our motherland.Lifted from the shifting sand,She takes us in with outstretched hands,Afloat, entranced to SummerlandAway, dead to the world.Now we look down from our pinnacle here,At our bodies rotting at Nadir,Every second regressing a little more,Depressed we took the chance to soar,At that one final glanceWe come back downOur will restored to a pillar of salt,And found in the presence of this higher groundThat we must never let our passion halt.
Twin FlamesTelepathically communicatingWith mind and spiritIn our own worldNever defeated by outside forcesFlying through my dreamsLying right next to meAlways thereMirroring my opposite beingEven in darknessSaving me from my path-less journeys
GGoodness is ever in your hands,God of Israel, who standsGuard to watch the watchmen byGates on earth and up on high.Grant us mercy, O my Lord,Guide us into one accord.Great is he, who constellations trace,Glory to the one who pours out grace.
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