chosen

there's something about that bride
standing expectantly eyes radiant
focused on one person only
completely confident that he will say
i do
because he chose her
in spite of her flaws and mistakes
he said not only does he love her more
he commits to fight for her
i do
even when he doesn't feel like it
if she's wise and trusts she knows
it's the promise that holds
through rough seas ahead
i do
secure in his love and honour
she can stand and grow more
glowingly beautiful every day
because his love brings freedom
i do
bears all things, believes all things,
hopes all things, endures all things
until the dim shore is bright
never fails his chosen one
i do

Dying Summer's Psalm

white flags.
medic.
somewhere quiet to turn
my face to the wall. surrender.
no more battle. this hope thing
costs.
who fights for me? wounds
unable to be sewn shut.
mistakes. words i cannot
unsay. after all maybe
i was wrong.
maybe.
a butterfly. no, two.
fragile creatures sustained in this
hot twilight.
jet stream saluting the
waxing half moon. hidden.
growing daily until
its luscious full orb,
harvest-ready, appears.
beauty.
arrested by sweet reminders of
the love of my Warrior King.
surely
You are right.

green smoke

that day may come My Child
when you cannot breathe
your eyes open on a hazy world
the struggle to see pains your head
I pray you push on My Child
past well-meant diversions
and barkers whose end is death
though your heart is drawn
I hope you lean in My Child
find the hidden Rock in the fog
let truth light each step
and in the end, still stand
I ache for you My Child
for the journey is not easy
even the best fall prey to doubt
yet pain can be a blessing
I know this will not last My Child
a brighter day is coming
you have but to trust and walk
My promises never fail
so when the way is dim My Child
remember Whose you are
wrap your arms around My love
the smoke will fade to victory

foretelling?

this was in Mr Hearst's library...interesting title and author on the blue book...

tender places

she emphatically justified a decision
just a choice
to go or not to go
yet the shadows it cast are long
a missing face
an empty place
and deeper still a wound
like words you can't take back
we seldom weigh our acts
not knowing or not caring
how long they may linger
i find the days grow shorter
i find my memory grows dim
yet in an instant it can come
a finger pressed
a tender place

we can't live on eggshells
our feet are too soft
perhaps we can instead
bring healing where it's needed
maybe staying, praying, waiting
our gentle hands used lightly
quick to forgive
slow to offend
maybe next time a different choice

is my comfort worth your pain?