Friday, August 17, 2007

I don't want to pretend anymore.

I don't want to pretend

that you don't have the past that you do,
that more isn't required of you
that you didn't violate the one thing I asked you not to do
I don't want to pretend

I don't want to pretend

that I'm not completely justified in walking away
without hearing whatever you have to say
because it's all excuses anyway
and I don't want to pretend

I don't want to pretend

that I don't wish it could be redeemed, different
even though all my grace has been spent
but if this wasn't all completely evident
well, then, I don't want to pretend

anymore

Tuesday, August 7, 2007

May I have this Dance?

So, apparently that's it and that's
the way it's supposed to be
No fight just a
two-step dance
Around the things that are still
unhealthy

Maybe there was a moment there, Maybe there was
not
All I know is that the world
sparkles
less
When the music stops

I've tiptoed over
crocodiles and
tangoed in quick
sand
I've waltzed upon volcanic rock but
howe'er it starts it
ends

I claim no fairy tale this time but
I wonder as of late, how
Cinderella felt the moment
after
her lovely dance with
fate

Thursday, February 15, 2007

Reflection

"My Valentine's Day Post"

I sat very near a pool of water
clear and cool and calm
and there upon reflection bright
did come across a psalm
for captured among the sky's soft hue
within the water's gaze
the most vibrant orchid blossom preened
in tender sunshine's rays
delighted I leaned close and sang
and caressed it with mine eye
admired every curve and swell
savored trace of every line
Unlike the irreverent selfish beast
I did not seek to pluck
but to honor this fine gift from God
and to treat it such
(for surely if I chaste my hand
and recognize its worth
then He may grant to me my heart
this beauty born of earth)

But as I leaned in close to breath
upon its fine perfume
I discovered only water where
I thought to capture bloom
And when I reached out hand to touch
the glorious petals fair
I grasped only the wet embrace
a pond's rippled stare
For hours I did sit and long
and try to earn that bud
I pondered, prayed, and vowed my trust
I offered waiting love
'Til finally in bitter angst
I cried out in discontent
"When will you grant me what I seek?
Requite this thirst You sent!"
And quietly, so quietly
the whispered answer came
that which I was taken with
a reflection of the real thing

a looking glass is beautiful
for what it does depict
but we would not look to find
anymore than that in it
Yet in romantic love
a looking glass for God
We focus on the reflection
and do not think it odd
when the fragrance disappoints
and the end result is cruel
we wonder when He will anoint
the flower in the pool
Nay, my friend, do not despair
it does not satisfy
it is but a photograph
a picture of real life
Enjoy the reflection in the mirror
but make you no mistake
It is not flower, sky, or song
it is just a lake