Love Me Still

When my heart is cold and hard

And my ears are deaf and closed

I am still the one You chose.

When I fill myself with things

That cannot fulfill until...

I am empty You will still

Sing over me - and joyfully.

When I put You on a shelf

You will still give all Yourself.

When I run away from You

You will run right after me.

When I turn away from You

You surround me till I see

Beauty in Your perfect will.

When I feel far you are near

I know it now I can hear

You whisper: I Love You Still.

in the medina

marrakesh murmurs muddy whispers from maroon walls, warped words wanting to be heard in the wind. a breath of air carries distant voices over red rooftops until they reach my ears, suggesting blurry images to match the blurry noises i perceive. i breath in the soft sounds. the noise so close i can almost feel it as it wanders through my senses, without permission penetrating my defenses. i soak in the atmosphere. i am here. and i am here to hear, to be near. now the words, the whispers, the voices and the sounds they all resound uniting into a shout so loud...i am overwhelmed. marrakesh what are you saying? your blissful bloom, your beauty betrayed by cruel confusion (all ilusion?) circlcing through my head, my heart. i wait. and as i stand there with my soul bare the sun sets and it begins to dawn on me, the mistery i see...marrakesh tells tales of life. so the keynote and the basic tint, the structure and the underlying symmetry, the meaning and the synthesis of all of this is that it is. and so am i. this is how it was meant to be, in ages past decreed: i am.

The Blood (Free)

Free of guilt and Free of shame

Let the red Blood wash away

All the lies and all the blame

Come My child, your burdens lay

At My wounded Feet, your pain

You are Mine and so's today

darkness has not right to claim

By My Blood and by My Name

You are Free in everyway.

the altar

today i bring//the very thing//to which i cling//my everything//as an offering//to my king//and as i sing//i see a spring//gushing forth...

paint the town red

urban desert downtown detroit
want to be the voice in the void
joy in an asphalt atmosphere
that colours concrete monotony
want to leave a worthy legacy.