A verdant symphony echoes
Above, around, below,
Encompassing her free form,
A tender touch,
An ardent dance,
But an embrace that withers
When blows the cold tempest.
Life is ripped,
Their brown, broken skeletons exposed
In a forest of death.
She stops — alone —
Falls to barrenness.
The floppy rag doll tears —
The final seam undone.
When doubts and fears are closing in,
And I feel I simply cannot win,
Let the Lord be the only portion for me,
To clear my blind eyes, so I can see,
More deeply the plans He has for my life.
We are not guaranteed no hardship or strife,
But rather than trying to demand control,
Allow God to take on that role.
Like little children, He holds us in His arms,
Protecting us, guiding us, keeping us from harm.
So when life is a struggle and you cannot cope,
Turn to God, with whom there is always hope.
I spiral inward,
Spilling out on to myself
And folding back in,
Placid, breathing life,
Life beyond death,
Embraced and embracing,
Everywhere and in one place,
Forever and a mere moment,
Blinking away breath
From the mirror,
And knowing beyond earthly wisdom,
Finality achieved in an instant
And captured and set free.
There, on the tip of my tongue,
Like a drop of water
After a hundred days of thirst,
The words hang…
To tell you how beautiful you are.
I’m starving to utter something so simple
And yet not…
For you won’t believe me
When I say I see you,
Bare to that golden-cracked soul,
Your tears leaking out,
Each precious, like sunshine
After a hundred days of rain.
Yet you hunger and thirst
In your blazing brokenness,
But deny that every piece of you
Would be cradled in my hands,
And together, we will create a masterpiece,
Even if it appears ugly to the world.
What does the world know, anyway?
Every splatter on the canvas
Tells a story of suffering
That’s made whole when you step back
And gaze upon the entire picture:
That tapestry of life’s fabric
Interwoven threads of happiness and sadness,
Good and evil, laughter and tears.
You are my magnum opus.
Painted smiles on ceramic masks can shatter,
Their falsity revealed on tender, tear-streaked cheeks.
Concrete walls built high and proud can be demolished
With a wrecking ball of harsh words,
Piercing holes, further damage inflicted on an already scarred heart.
A persistent enough enemy can breach any barrier if patient,
Find the key of destruction that unlocks the door kept closed,
Opening a mind filled with once silent screams for all to hear.
Be careful who you’re holding,
What fragile masterpiece you might be about to break irreversibly.
Let my words in verse
Tell a story over-rehearsed.
If truth be found buried there,
Stop searching elsewhere.
Perhaps hidden beauty tainted
Resides in the picture painted,
Speech no longer open or plain;
Only confusion purposeful will remain.