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Monthly Archives: June 2008

The greatest wealth I will ever accumulate
is sheltered from physical eyes to see.
The dance of silken angels hypnotizes my soul,
so that my heart shall dare not flee.

To reserve a glimpse of this heavenly grandeur,
although my life does not warrant it’s pleasure.
This beautiful failure that I rightfully am,
the defaulter who should not claim this treasure.

Brilliantly imbecilic is my calling to fame,
my pride, and my defiance are my human gifts.
To be reaped at your harvest from glorious works,
to fall into your ardent hands as you gently sift.

That today is the tomorrow that I prayed would pass,
striving to become a figment of your heart’s desire.
That your successful disappointment, shall do so again,
but with the will to be consumed by grace when I expire.


There is no expression or multitude of words
that can designate the love I have for you.
One would have to speak to my heart to truly
comprehend the astonishment of you, this truth.

Crystal waterfalls of abundant delectation,
flux my soul with the peace of your pleasantness.
The weeping willow of my heart does not hibernate,
because of the nurture, and tutelage of your carefulness.

That my structure is not broken, nor barren,
and I have indebtedness that exudes from my breath.
This silver lining of my epoch is compelled to
gratitude you have richly implemented through death.

This is not a visual perspective; my eyes do
not need to perceive this wondrous galore.
That which I speak of, my heart has the eyes,
and the conception of you I so infinitely adore.

The alabaster of my vitality is broken,
and my life is now torn from shreds of despair.
My heart mourns as no words can be spoken
and from this damage, dear God, can you repair?

This anguish, my breath still, shallow,
and my will to persevere is close to end.
That within the confines of your trust I follow
and my soul is yours to bless and renew again.

This tear in my heart is gaping, so painful,
and I pray that you fill it with your light.
My essence is trampled from this burden I pull
and my life needs your armor in this fight.

My alabaster is empty, it’s lost its savor
and these trials bring the depths of who I am.
That God seals my heart with the thread of the Savior,
that my life, and my alabaster will be filled again.