Relavender

remember when purple fields yield

to a lavender sky,

layered with ribbons of crimson—

just go through the open door.

don’t stop long enough to even ask why.

call it destiny or kismet

call it that look in your eyes

            when we first met;

call it luck or even fate,

but don’t think too hard

            or wait too long

then it might be too late.

jbh

3.22.2013

Withstanding

The seas swirl around my feet,

                        pushing

pulling at me,

driving me to my knees.

no matter what concerns and cares

have caused me to escape to this place

and try to send my spirit to the sky,

there is a place where He was on His knees…

a garden…

a place called Gethsemane…

when He begged His Father to spare Him.

If there was any other way

If only there was another way.

He prayed so hard during His last meditation

that sweat beaded and poured like blood

while His best friends lay asleep not far away.

There were times when they were true,

and stood beside Him… but not today.

His will

I’ve tried for so long to resist.

My own will

I’ve always felt compelled to insist.

Whatever sacrifices I have made

are nothing compared to His.

Now I finally realize that my life

is so much better when seen through His eyes.

Now today, I can be grateful…for Him, His gift.

I am thankful that when there was no other way

that He was the way…

                        the Way, the Truth, and the Life.

jbh

3.29.2013

Good Friday

For Bearance

 blood is pumping in my veins

but not in vain

bearing away the hate

washing away the pain…

the energy and adrenaline

floods this system

purging the hell within

with a will

like a well of Living Water.

the blood is surging,

bringing the breath

of life into arms and legs, fingers and toes.

the same wind that blows

through cedars with drifting snow.

can you feel it

welling in your heart?

can you hear it

a rushing, a gushing

like holy spirits…

Then it pushes through punching into

the soft round highways of arteries.

singed with original sin,

the blood burns

turning

boys into men and

men into monkeys.

it is insistent and eloquent

this wind that echoes in blood and lungs;

this same air, the breath of God

He blew onto a handful of dust.

Brandish

I am unleashed upon this moment

a sword unsheathed on this minute

my spirit has slipped away from capture

there is nothing left now but the rapture.

held close held up held tight

bereft of all hope of failure

borne aloft

high above

floating in a pale blue ribbon of sky

flowing in the current of a green river

and never asking why…

time is a river

and I am the currency.

spend me.

spin me.

spend some time with me.

I am shining

a beautiful machine

and

this system is sensitive

to subtle changes

in the climate

both physical and political.

the cold road

shorn and torn by the wind

walking on a bridge

to a hope unborn.

feet chipping away

at the rocks on the ledge

as we stumble along

the cliff.

we are worn

down in our spirits.

we were warned

but we didn’t want to hear it.

we are coming

together

then running away.

it is never too late

to turn around

but home is so far away…

you say you want truth

but all you seek is proof.

daylight is fading and

casting shadows on the track;

this vision of us is failing and

i wonder if we will ever get back.