Monday, April 3, 2017

Sight

Must be given,
To be seen,
Must be taken and received.

Beauty given,
Never lost,
Is the comfort
In the cost.
Forever

Promise me
No matter what I do,
That you'll love me
Like I love you.
Faith

Leaving the boat,
Out onto the waves
I reach out my hand to take Yours.
You calm and assure me,
Encourage and call me
To stand on faith, preserved.

Cupping my face,
In Your nail-pierced hands,
You call me through my wanderings.
Your gentle love covers me,
Your gentle rod leads me,
And someday, You'll welcome me Home.

Sunday, April 2, 2017

Humanity

I searched too much,
And then not enough
I find myself standing still.
The world's still spinning,
My heart's still beating,
And yet there's so much left to fill.

I reach out my hands
To touch what's before me,
But I found it had faded away;
Groping in the darkness,
I fight back the madness,
Try to keep terror at bay.

I feel myself falling,
Hear my own voice calling,
Praying for someone to hear;
-Yet, here I sit, silent,
Knowing my soul's rent,
But no one here senses my fear.

These people around us,
Walk, talk, eat, laugh,
Yet I sense all the forced gaiety;
The battle inside them,
Through them it does hem,
-Only their eyes betray them to me.
                                                                F.A.

Sight Must be given, To be seen, Must be taken and received. Beauty given, Never lost, Is the comfort In the cost.