song in construction

i'm not the same

my life you've changed

i'm rearranged

now.

my life's sold out

hear my heart's shout

it's all about

you.

masterpiece

the stars are like poems on god's beauty,

the nocturn sky a dark blue painting of his vastness.

the hills, the trees are sculptures of his creativity

and as the wind like breath of god

chills my skin and warms my heart,

i raise my eyes to see a shooting star -

god's awe inspiring poetry in motion.

then i look at you: his workmanship,

his masterpiece, his crowning work of art...

i see the radiant sun blazing inside of you.

i see the fire burning in your maroon eyes,

sparkling like a thousand shooting stars

and i see the movement in your hair.

your tresses flowing like ballroom dresses

over a dancefloor, dancing like ocean waves

and then...your lips curl into a smile.

the smile erupts in laughter,

bathing the whole world in it's warm light.

i can't help but stand here and delight

in this wonderful sight...of you.

pilgrim's poem

we wander and we wonder

are you beyond my reach?

are you within my grasp?

how can you dwell in me

when you're so vast?

we search and we stroll

are you in control of all?

do you draw the signposts

on my street or do i mark

them as i make my way?

we travel and we marvel

i walk. i wonder. i walk.

28.4.09

it seems love has many faces

can be found in different places

longing for joy and laughter

something that is softer

long for an embrace

someone i can love face to face

but over my emotions

i choose to live devotion

setting my eyes on the unseen

my distorted eyes, my heart wash clean

give me strength to make it through

i look to you

my invisible you

the tale of sam sailor

there once was a man named sam sailor. sam lived on his ferry, which served to cross the river form one side to another. the ferry was attached to a wire rope stretched across the river and crossed the broad river purely by the force of the current. one day the rope broke and sam sailor drifted away. he drifted and drifted uncontrollably on his little ferry until he got the the sea. but it was not a nice sea, full of fish, dancing waves and underwater life, but a dark and dull sea with no fish in it and no boats on it that ever crossed by. so sam waited for the people of his town to come and rescue their ferryman. he waited days, weeks and months yet nobody came. and sam sailor floated on the sea for a year. and sam sailor floated on the sea for decades. he floated and floated on his ferry until he forgot who he was.

and because we are afraid of being hurt, we cut the wire ropes that attach us to our community and to other people. we retreat so deeply into ourselves that we forget the way back to the surface. instead, we drift and float along on our couches like a ferryman drifting aimlessly on the vast seas, without ever truly connecting to others.