Standing

As raindrops strike the graveled stone
and clouds double over, creasing time,
I am left standing.

Fear coupled with denial.
Lose coupled with gloating.
With feet planted and eyes transfixed,
both eternity and I are left standing.

What more am I than a sentinel?
Is not this night standing vigil?

Mingle with me, O Mystery!
Give form to that which hearts desire.
That I may know you as you, me;
so at daybreak, I'm found standing.

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Just as waning wicks seek completion,
my heart aches for You, O Lord.
In stillness, in silence, in fragrant clouds;
Thy words and my words rest unveiled.

Why me, my King, do you reveal
Thyself? These eyes, these ears sense
only feebleness.

But worth was never in question.
Desert was never your cause.
A broken and contrite heart,
O Lord, you will not spurn.

Library

"If every one of them
were written down...
the whole world would NOT
have room for the books!"

But this is pretty close.
As far as eyes can see,
resting...desirous to be held,
tower Thomist tomes--
all bound together
and for greatness.

Oh! How the mind
needs this knowledge
to knead the nakedness
that thought occupies.
With every word, the veil
is torn asunder.

This smell of aged pages
fill not only lungs, but hearts.
For if truth cannot divorce,
lust only ventures elsewhere.

They Left...

He said...

"Withdraw your nets and follow me;
leave wealth, your ways and family.
I call you now to be the man
I destined since the world began.
The sword and evil men you'll face--
your stakes? the whole of human race.
To far and wide, this Word will go
and countless seeds of love, you'll sow.
Certitude you gave away,
your tongue, forfeited, will say,
'I see the heavens opened and
the Son of Man...at the right hand!'

O sons and daughters! Come and see.
The course of centuries has ran
to lead you into His embrace.
All humankind will come to know
the Light of everlasting day;
the fields of His eternal land."

And they left...

Indwelling

Enclosed behind these gates of gold
is greater love that none hath told.
A cause for joy--a hope divine,
a grander gift than bread and wine.
I sit--I ponder of Your face
and wait upon Your warm embrace.
What others see as bells and smoke
I know to be what Truth hath spoke.
Alive within Your sultry gaze
I come to seek and know your ways,
that all may see within my eyes
Your motivation to arise.

"...when he made firm the skies above"
In confidence, I knew Your love.

In The Shadow

It was finished.
Oh high, the source
of light and warmth
knew what happened
here...retreating from
the sight of this.

As thin plank darkness
stretched across the
soiled ground, cries
became the only
hymn as Earth
fell silent--as
hope was murk.

And then it happened...

A Paschal Lamb!
Came from Its side
the Blood and water
Most Divine!
It sprinkled forth
upon the face
of man and all
the human race.
Though cold and lifeless
still we saw,
we knew commands
to drink and gnaw
a wine and bread
made Him unique
to sate what every
heart hath seek.

You took the pain and burden mine
as in The Shadow, we're made Thine.

Consolation of the Poet

With you before Me,
all choirs obey my baton;
withdrawing itself
that you may hear.

I speak. I rise.
In wholeness I wait.
Peace, our hearts did
find in solace.

Hear! He heralds hope,
healing heartbreak,
humbling haughtiness,
hampering hatred,
heaving humanity's
hindrances.

I am...here.
Patient. Gazing at
you.