Open Hands

I cannot serve with hands grasping tight,

Clenched behind my back to keep hold of

What I want, what I think I need, deserve, desire

Dross and broken dreams, ash and dust, useless

But mine, undeniably

Empty hands I would be of use to you

To soothe and rescue, to feed and defend

And so I would find my empty hands soul-filled

With grace and hope and love, spread with peace

Treasure, undeniable

Open my hands, my God, I hold them before you

Relax these stubborn fingers from my hold

Take these broken dreams

Take this pain, this doubt, this fear

These tears of self-made sorrow

Empty my hands, my King, I raise them to you

Fill them with grace

Not to be grasped, squeezed, owned

And so distorted and destroyed

But to be held loose and given free

Living, the Dream

I am living in a dream

Only glimpses of the true life come through

And I question why what I see doesn't make sense

As I lay with my eyes closed

And my spirit caged inside this shell

Perception is distorted by the viewpoint

The fractured pieces are poor imitations

Mirror-images of what will be

Spiraling through a sleeping mind

But beyond there is the one

The truth that has saved

To see him

I must open my eyes

Wake from this dream

Fly from this cage

And

I am not afraid

Because the truth that has leaked through

Into my sleeping mind

Is far greater than this dream that I am living

Hollow Land

I am lost in hollow lands
shades of things present and past collide together like astral planes
justice a bankrupt commodity, a mockery for the world-wise and powerful
avarice a staple of see-it-now-and-have-it-yourself mentality
the truth hemorrhages, crushed beneath an earth-weight ton of lies cast in heady disguise as noble means to save the world
I have fallen prey myself to such tremors of conscious, confabulation of purpose in a desert of shifting sands and crooked lines
and I am lost in the desperate caustic dust of drought

Lost until the gleaming morning star fixes direction, sets justice high above kings, floods greed with gracious generosity, overwhelming love, and proves truth the only thing able to save the world despite the sugar-sweet subterfuge of the overlord of this hollow land

Faye

She drinks the evening sunlight in

Amber and ocher, swirling steam

Like hot tea, it tastes of cinnamon

The fragrance of lilac hangs

Lazy drops of amethyst about her wrist

Silver bird song spins and twines

Through her hair, through the night

Moonlight wraps her in his arms

Starlight crowns her pretty face

Leaves move in the breeze,

Play a waltz as she dances

If you ever see her

No doubt you'll be enchanted

The Great Gray Divide

The darkness is
a living thing
that breathes
out coals and poison
and turns my soul
to ashes

The light is
a mighty force
that scorches
so brightly does it shine
and turns my soul
to gold

The gray is
where comfort lies
No change required
No pain to bear
and leaves my soul
just as it is

A dusty, useless thing