Heart Shaped Locket
I once wore a heart shaped locket
Weaved with threads of gold
In it were stored my memories
Pictures of loved ones
And the pain and grief I hold
I put it away
And put on a gold cross
And went to a church
There are some within this place
Who also have heart lockets
Weaved with threads of gold
Yet there are others who fail to see
That those outside
Tend to view God and the church
As though they are one
Sometimes they go there looking for Him
Or to know Him better
But they often do not stay
These others
They too have heart shaped lockets
Yet theirs open with nothing inside
Dross, corrupted silver at best
These pump the blood in their bodies
And produce the venom that fuels their tongues
What is unjust they try to justify
Rather than repent
They don't comprehend what they stand to lose
Nor care who it is they hurt
So long as each may carry on
With their own personal deception
While lambs weep among the wolves
Wouldn't it be nice
If their hearts would change to gold
May, 2006
Are There Such Things as Rainbows?
It was some time during October of 1999
When the sun in my life
Began to cease to shine
That was the year
My life reinvented tears
As they began to pour down like rain
And still today
Although much has happened
It seems that much hasn't changed
It is as though they have never stopped
And there have been few cheers
As it has been eight long years
Yes there have been moments of laughter
Rare in their entirety
Only when one of the few I know
Stopped by to tell a joke
Then the doors closed
And the tears reimposed
It seems that survival only resumes
That the only way to stop the pain
Is to learn to live hard-hearted
Yet I am told that I must feel
And retain memories
That seem to me surreal
Even those that had been lost
Not just my grasping hopes
But those closest to my heart
Shared with one who had forgot
Not only the memories
But me
Tears are collected in bottles
God counts them
And keeps them
And the angels gather them
And when the bottles begin to be too many
They pour them out in to heaven
And make new rivers there
There are many rivers in heaven now
And the lands are well watered
As my eyes pour down this rain
Who besides those who dwell among the firmament
Actually sees the colors of my rainbow
I have never seen this really,
Only glimpses
During slighted moments of endear
I suppose the rains must first stop
For this wonder to appear
It's just that I always thought I could some how fix it
Why didn't I see that there was nothing I could do
No matter how hard I tried
Poor angels
Do they ever resent me
For how I must tire them
As they fill the many rivers I have cried
I am told he actually wanted to see me again
That he wanted me to stop, and say goodbye
But I didn't know
It seemed obvious he didn't understand
And still
Perhaps he never will
Not in the world of my lost rainbows
I just wanted him to call me friend
As there have been few in my life
Am I anyone's special memory
Lost through time?
Will I ever be?
August 12, 2007
Sweet Voice, Sweet Love
I miss your voice
Please don't leave me
Please don't take it away
I need the comfort of your gentleness
I love you
I will follow you where ever you may go
Perhaps my steps will be staggered
As I try to keep up
And dwell in the shadow of your wings
But I'll be there
I long to be by your side
Holding your hand
I need your love
Please stay
I'll walk with you
Please teach me how
Sometimes I miss the warmth that I felt and heard
I know I still hear you in some ways
Sometimes the words "I love you"
Are like a candle's flicker
Or a flittering leaf in a tree
Whispered from above
I know you love me
I'm sorry you ever thought you had to tell me
Sometimes I feel a sense of something imparted
And sometimes I feel a twinge
As if something isn't done quite right
But it's not the same as it was
I remember the days when sight
Was like a rolling film
In the stillness of a silent night's air
Bright, and wonderfully mysterious
And right before my eyes
I am so blessed
Thank you
But please never go far away
Or my heart will break like it never has before
And you know how much that is
You said you'd never leave or forsake me
I believe you
I'm sorry for the times I didn't know
Please let me hear your sweet, sweet words
Yet again
July 15, 08
I once wore a heart shaped locket
Weaved with threads of gold
In it were stored my memories
Pictures of loved ones
And the pain and grief I hold
I put it away
And put on a gold cross
And went to a church
There are some within this place
Who also have heart lockets
Weaved with threads of gold
Yet there are others who fail to see
That those outside
Tend to view God and the church
As though they are one
Sometimes they go there looking for Him
Or to know Him better
But they often do not stay
These others
They too have heart shaped lockets
Yet theirs open with nothing inside
Dross, corrupted silver at best
These pump the blood in their bodies
And produce the venom that fuels their tongues
What is unjust they try to justify
Rather than repent
They don't comprehend what they stand to lose
Nor care who it is they hurt
So long as each may carry on
With their own personal deception
While lambs weep among the wolves
Wouldn't it be nice
If their hearts would change to gold
May, 2006
Are There Such Things as Rainbows?
It was some time during October of 1999
When the sun in my life
Began to cease to shine
That was the year
My life reinvented tears
As they began to pour down like rain
And still today
Although much has happened
It seems that much hasn't changed
It is as though they have never stopped
And there have been few cheers
As it has been eight long years
Yes there have been moments of laughter
Rare in their entirety
Only when one of the few I know
Stopped by to tell a joke
Then the doors closed
And the tears reimposed
It seems that survival only resumes
That the only way to stop the pain
Is to learn to live hard-hearted
Yet I am told that I must feel
And retain memories
That seem to me surreal
Even those that had been lost
Not just my grasping hopes
But those closest to my heart
Shared with one who had forgot
Not only the memories
But me
Tears are collected in bottles
God counts them
And keeps them
And the angels gather them
And when the bottles begin to be too many
They pour them out in to heaven
And make new rivers there
There are many rivers in heaven now
And the lands are well watered
As my eyes pour down this rain
Who besides those who dwell among the firmament
Actually sees the colors of my rainbow
I have never seen this really,
Only glimpses
During slighted moments of endear
I suppose the rains must first stop
For this wonder to appear
It's just that I always thought I could some how fix it
Why didn't I see that there was nothing I could do
No matter how hard I tried
Poor angels
Do they ever resent me
For how I must tire them
As they fill the many rivers I have cried
I am told he actually wanted to see me again
That he wanted me to stop, and say goodbye
But I didn't know
It seemed obvious he didn't understand
And still
Perhaps he never will
Not in the world of my lost rainbows
I just wanted him to call me friend
As there have been few in my life
Am I anyone's special memory
Lost through time?
Will I ever be?
August 12, 2007
Sweet Voice, Sweet Love
I miss your voice
Please don't leave me
Please don't take it away
I need the comfort of your gentleness
I love you
I will follow you where ever you may go
Perhaps my steps will be staggered
As I try to keep up
And dwell in the shadow of your wings
But I'll be there
I long to be by your side
Holding your hand
I need your love
Please stay
I'll walk with you
Please teach me how
Sometimes I miss the warmth that I felt and heard
I know I still hear you in some ways
Sometimes the words "I love you"
Are like a candle's flicker
Or a flittering leaf in a tree
Whispered from above
I know you love me
I'm sorry you ever thought you had to tell me
Sometimes I feel a sense of something imparted
And sometimes I feel a twinge
As if something isn't done quite right
But it's not the same as it was
I remember the days when sight
Was like a rolling film
In the stillness of a silent night's air
Bright, and wonderfully mysterious
And right before my eyes
I am so blessed
Thank you
But please never go far away
Or my heart will break like it never has before
And you know how much that is
You said you'd never leave or forsake me
I believe you
I'm sorry for the times I didn't know
Please let me hear your sweet, sweet words
Yet again
July 15, 08
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