In Light of Love’s Sufferings
Love spilled on a craggy hill
The sun withheld its light
Earth was split; the veil was rent
When taking on our plight
Calvary, in silence
Of words, as they were
penned
Three hours filled with
darkness
Blood shed for all who’ve sinned
I wonder of the hours
lapsed
Hanging on the cross
Until the time he breathed
his last
Paying all sin’s cost
Imagining the fracture
Yes, time; BC-AD
And separation from his
Father
“why.....forsaken me?”
I ponder of the sans
The eve’ that fell on day
Darkness covered all the
land
The light was snuffed to
pay;
Crushed for my iniquities
Pierced for my
transgressions
God in flesh; all
sovereignty
Accomplishing his mission
Eclipsing all that’s evil
His light shone brightest
then
Sacrificed; my peril
To save me from my sin
Humble, as is testified
Words are without writing
His “hour” of prayer - was
crucified
Silence seems quite fitting
Love speaks in word’s
absence
Two thousand years and
counting
His Name still yields
forgiveness
And wounded hearts their
healing
“No eye has seen, nor ear
has heard”
Dark and quiet void
Shepherd; perfect lamb;
his herd
Slain, so I’d enjoy
Entering into the light
From shadows, shame and
guilt
Making all my wrongs now
“right”
Mending veil and quilt
Restoring me; his
fatherhood
Forsaken by the curse
He, the only perfect could
Rewrite my song and verse
Shedding Light
I’m not going
to write
anymore...
about the light in the eyes
or the way spittle dribbles
at the corners and shines
across some sultry smile
... though I mention these
in passing, it’s the Night
that stars in my daytime
horrors...
With the dark, I know I’ll spear
the Sleep, which I’m sure to beat
...having wrestled all of my
thoughts and sent them to bed
like the deflated monster babies
they are...
mottling from black-n-white Its
...into I’s that ignite...
and push aside the eclipse that
obscures the heart
Old habits die hard
There are days when I am stuck in my bed
pondering my days
and where my life has been led.
There are days when I feel alone
even with people
I'm all on my own.
There are days when I don't want to live
I can't receive
but there's nothing left for me to give.
There are days
when all I can feel in my soul
is darkness.
Old habits die hard.
But.
On those days
where i am stuck in my head.
I'll get a text
"I love you"
"I'm thinking about you"
"I miss you"
and a smile will creep upon my face
whether the darkness
wants it to
or not.
And my day immediately gets brighter