I am nobody to you If ‘simple’ things are not shared between us What’s simple to you Is of value to me You speak for the sake of duty “Hello” and “Good morning” For the sake of courtesy But I am far more that just your nobody I’m a prized piece of jewel For in another place above your world I am treasured You just can’t see my worth yet
Should I hide in the shadows because you Can’t bear to be in mine Or pluck out my feathers so that Your wings can fly Or maybe saw off my only horn So that you can feel magical Let me rather give you the time to see That the shadow you thought I cast was Just your sheltered place under my wings
Pages turn, and spines are bent To fold comfortably in the hand Bound together into chapters And seamed into place A book has a start and an end All in a total sense, from one mystery to the next But the pages of my heart hold an archive of scrolls Manuscripts far too fragile to be bent Years of chronicles and fables bound into stories Holding secret pains Parchments of a soft flesh-like kind Written in dribs and drabs Incomplete Pages fall loosely, splitting at the seams Chapters in scribbles in a cute mad-like disarray There seems to be no…
I will wear it like a medal of honour I hear the hisses and snarling murmurs Who does she think she is? I hold it up high like a torch to a race See, see, ask what you will For I wear it like a medal of honour Oh, she is no good! She is not worthy! I disapprove! It is mine to keep, a bestowal if you wish History has spoken, who are you to judge? I place it on a mantel next to my other prized possessions Go and see it if you please For you will not…
A glow, a warm glow, illuminates from within my being as You make Your presence known to me Like kinetic energy with the ability to generate light only seen by a certain human eye An eye, that when looked into, reflects the source of that which it sees The source, the One whose eyes are like flames of fire Zillions of tiny photons stream like crystal shimmers Gleaming and dancing under my skin Frequencies of a secret song only understood by a certain human ear An ear that has an ear to hear The heart beatings of…
Oh, desolate one Way too beautiful to be overlooked Sing, I say… For many are your afflictions But with everlasting kindness, you, too, will be lifted again Oh, broken one For you are far too precious not to be loved For the Mighty one cometh this way And with great mercy, He will gather you Hold fast, I say, ohh fallen one For the winds of life shall bruise you no more The wise one rides this way soonest It is said, He binds the broken-hearted and He makes whole the crushed in spirit Do not be afraid; you will…
You are just a wild weed, you little beauty Along the byways of this beaten-down trail You have caught my eye, you little blossom You remind me of the Proverbs 31 woman The wife of the nobleman Who was clothed in fine linen of purple Her children called her blessed and she laughed at the days to come She was strong and vigorous No hand nurtured you, my little one No gardener tended to you Yet you flourish Your stalks are strong and you are here in this big world, doing it all by yourself No one will pluck you,…
Every morning without fail she lugs her wooden chair Although far too big for her she hurls it across the lawn Squinting her eyes to the sky as if she is waiting for something to appear Mumbling to herself in babbles and burbles waving her little fat fingers As if to say I’ll be ready soon Just give me a moment She clambers up carefully balancing herself so not to lose her dainty pair of little lace-shoes She mounts herself up Here, she said, as she straightens her frock She gives herself a glance and is pleased with what she sees…
Who is that? Twisted fingers, pointed, raised She comes out of that barren place Foul-mouthed, unscrupulous words Drops of silence and everyone stares Gaping-eyes feasting hungrily they scramble into herds whining in disarray How did she get out? Who is that? She cometh from that desert place She is unscathed yet she bears the scars The screamy howls of the past lurks behind Bewildered by how this one got out She ambulates the presence of someone near She walks in a cloud-like pillar of smoke Who is this that comes out of that wilderness place? Pointy crooked noses sniffing the…
I watch and I wait Rocking in the hum of His grace Cover me, cover me, Lord! I am weak, shaken by the words of raging wars I bow and I bend Creaking under the weight of fiery words Cover me, cover me, Lord! I can smell the smouldering of burning arrows I weep and I groan Grasping out to find Him near Cover me, cover me, Lord! For I feel your shield and I know you are near I cling… I hear ferocious slander Mockery and maliciousness fly over me Cover me, cover me, Lord! Least…