Mom, she whispers sweetly, you will die
But I will robe your family in our light And dress you in my garment when you rise A witness to the world that you were mine For now the day is long and bravely won Tears for rest and slavery to debt Patiently you take the whip of grace And pray with blood for one you call beloved Maybe I’m still young, but You know me My mind has not been kind, and I receive A month of punishment in every hour If death should come to me, I would not flee … The devil is a scientist of hate He takes a human whole and sifts a piece To curse the gift, at strongest point to break And tortures us to turn us into beasts But we will not stay broken with the Lord Who turns the weakest sons into the Kings Together and apart our love grows on Both winds of joy and sorrow victory bring Witness sin’s regard all you who seek it In compromise our Gospel will not take No light can ship with death and not deceive To learn this mercy burns a painful fate In the fire and the darkness Master guilds A dagger Satan’s hammer underrates So when the season shifts to kingdom build I’ll be a base that for us never shakes … Remember Mother all I saw in her? Beauty true as second revelation The aweful mystery of God Himself For her renouncing every other pleasure A girl who often lost her faith in me Though I to her the gifts of Jesus gave A full moon over other women stars Her aura in the night guiding my way Would you Mother send her just a rose? A flower from my garden of your grace And tell her how I miss her presence so Whose constellation on this day is named … Lend me Your magic in these words to paint New rainbows over memories I keep Too many colors tragedy doth take Its waterfall of words eroding me Forgive me Father if I overstep This vision that you gave me doesn’t look It wants to leap to Love without respect Of time, where builds the bond for You to brook The border closed its door just as I crossed The fruit looked better from my innocence I couldn’t know the consequence I caused Still I fall, still I fall, Your joyful fault Her gentle cross still burdens me each day For sanctity my happiness exchanged I pray each day she follows in Your way Complete my joy by making her a saint I lay in ashes sweet as Joan had done In phoenix fire dying at the start Crafter’s son with oakly stubborn love My desert heart her Irish iris sparks O sweetest breath I took in sight of her So long at sea and finally set home I bore her all my jewels of love and truth Whose value youth refutes with shallow blows On eve of open lung to me she called From mount to mount we moved in easy steps She walked to me and passed between my walls To meet my child in his holy rest Two open doors restored us childlike Into Helen’s pew disposed to Love You folded time to show us each an island Where we could be together and apart Reflections so much less than sight reveal Yet fooled by semblance many seekers are And in this instance under covered seal I thought You opened knowledge never ours Now in the shadow of Your wings I sail Patient trembling over oceans turning In and out of storms who each assail, me past the point where dies my youthful yearning Your son undone so crawls and begs for grace Humbled under soaring judgment’s roaring Led not by light but of a new moon face Her flowers free on sunny-side to flourish Forgetting time now let my body bound Collecting from the ground what comes to fruit Humming hands in weak but steady sound To heaven reaching, water me at root Too small to ask for all I need to mend But certain in the call to have communion So nakedly I pray You send a friend Father’s star in time arise to muse her No faithless thought or wayward will can rest Upon her memory, I must protect Even she does not yet see herself as best Embodying the Queen who we confess A stone grown soft in heaven Mason hands Transforming boys to sons, and sons to Man … Healing people Age regardless Back to children Root of faith A garden young Young as Love In freedom only choose Our Lady truth Alone together Together apart Through the furnace On the wire Only by His grace What color do our spirits make? She is mercy She is hope She wakes to His same call Time meets us each With ready feet To walk across the wall Unbound Inner chamber Adoration With her eyes now I everywhere see flowers Lamb for feast Censor lit God presents us As a finished piece Removed the mark With burden gone New suffering In joy, for long The best of me I see with her The saint Gravel road To wedded friends Art and letter Peace of night Treasured temple Creation Light Sacred Heart Consuming fire Burning in And outward moving All desire Meeting, tuning Singing The final flame I know her name Flow and rain Mother change Feeder Unrestrain Me Moonstruck mornings One-sided words Scales of decision Hinder deserves Hand in the cradle Held to her heart From wedding to wedding Till heaven depart Time apart The heart posses Where Bears Mark Music sang in forest Come together Tender friendship Relational the same All my dreams In you complete Our children Will save the world Family the future saints All the culture needs Educated to be free Desire meeting desire God leading her to me I pray she hears and hear she does From lips not made she listens Hard of heart unknowing Of the devils trick I almost let her slip And saw the death that I would die with her But blessed by grace so sensitive We’re saved again and I am grown In lessons learned and in reliance more Each time she seeks to go I let her water flow The moon eclipses In darkness seek to quench His thirst And each time she may not return I feel the loss already real Patience the gift He forges me Was just the one to set her free And still in love be one How shall her garden grow? Abruzzo each a quarter home And in our presence all around It snows In love, in Love, I pray she find herself Soul royal born to set a special fire On the hilltop forging iron virgins In suns the mother’s wonder sires Justice, his fist around us grasped to lose “Hasten children, to my mercy’s service Your pieces to the places I approve My grace can take you further than deserved” “To pass the gate now let your future go Fill your garden with my chosen flowers To grow into sweet love’s desire whole Your lips keep sipping from my streams of power” “As I scathe your meadows wheat, take my peace No drop of blood forgotten, do not fear Your voided cup becomes my chalice mead Your broken mental vessel I will steer” When finally her eyes into me reached The slave I am was freed by her regard So long unseen and surfacely received Now trusted truly in her graceful arms Many times I tried to tell the tale Sister loves of every color painted Those sloppy strokes were caught into His swale The story this time God directly aided Lily’s bloom and beckon with a scent To visit her and carry her to home Blessed remembrance; in air innocence Collected in a vase by Ancient Rome These are flowered trees of high degree But she the garden where they thrive and feed She cried for me my friend awhile Healing gathered over anxious mind Space was taken further than before Until a final choice was forced to make Two roads she traveled over simultane Freedom now most difficult attained The father’s word to her will give us peace These words that I remember now believed Secure at first but time the trickster took Away the words that bridged between us truth So from one side I loved without connect And made an idol of a crumbled road Hard the discipline that I deserved Long the lesson of a running man Hopefully emotion now can grow To listen to the Father’s leading hand ... Not my mother Not the temptress Not the judge Not my God I clung to cloak while bleeding Like a lover of brave faith And listened through a wailing wind To find my life again renewed Much intercession, still increased As less and less my own disease Till perfect as the Father I may die And be together with them all Thank you for the trial Thank you for the patience Thank you for the devil’s wrath And thank you for our Love’s reward A simple man With no great plan But to labor With faith for fruit A lonely soul In humble role With love created for a queen Your face is painted on a canvas Set at random in my eyes Her touch though modest Holds me through my desolation For each receiving of your presence Leaves me seeing revelations When you leave your presence echoes Through my being like a hymn You carry Christ to me As Mary with her child ... A different story now awaits refute What I need is what I get: I accept Those mission trips, remember how I grew My emptiness is life with God’s respect Scourged by time to learn a lonely lesson Too close to screen I leaned when in her arms Red repentance here the most intensive Murder treatment trains my sheep to shepherd This love unreal was not but a reminder Of eternal bond that never sunders The bad in her turned poison to my child The space allowed the bridge to burn too long Neediness and narcissist at end eclipsed Each other from the healing rays of Son Never reached the better Christian friendship As trust was emptied by no signs of love I see the ancient eyes on Christmastide Now dance on sea of sky for me to find My family by Heavens light reminds Me of the man I was before the crime I never loved the idol in my mind That was not why I offered up the gift The only thing I asked was simple tries With Love I bore the barren childishness But nevermore will I play Hollywood That lie now lies so deep beneath my earth Humility will better serve us both His leadership would teach us how to hurt Jesus feeds us more than what we need All He asks is our committed hearts This is kingship at the Spirit root I must die for Love and join the stars
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