Steps

Grace be gone.
For mine is not yours.
Mine is of temptation not heaven sent,
but sent for a thirst not quenched by your
pure water.
Tragic steps of fallen ways
lead me to my final days.

Not from You

My light comes not from
you.
There I will seek no more.
The truth
you
do not speak, lest it is of the light.
Wisdom
you
do not offer,
for all in the shadows is of jest.
Solace
is not found
unless
prayer is your grace.

Collide

She doesn't hear me.
Our words collide, and echo lost.
She doesn't see me.
Our glares fire is of contempt,
We are blinded by such fury.
We hide.
Our vulnerability is in its wake.

Trace of Spirit

I found a trace of spirit
lost,
far from me.
Or was I lost?

Between the Beats

Not Alone


Tread alone
between the beats of the heart of fear,
where light finely shines
and
silently tells you
you are not alone.

Shape Me

Shape Me


Shape me with wings
and I will fly.
Shape me with tears
and I will cry.
Shape me with words
and I will lie.
Shape me with breath
and I will sigh.
But
Shape me with grace
and I will see
the love that is given
in Her sympathy.

I Have a Voice

I Have a Voice


Speak for me.
Words are not mine.
Innocence and grace
are mine.
So too are love and mercy,
from the beginning those were mine.
But
words I have not.

They hear not no matter.
Their search for words leaves them deaf.
Their angered voices drowns my plead.
Speak for me.
Tell the what you hear. Tell them what I say.
Be my voice.
They are deaf to me.