Tick Tock

Tick, tock, Tick, Tock, reality fades away
For just a brief moment
We are found in the world wished for.

Hollow men in momentary flight,
From the temporary
Rupture of hope that blinds them.

Escape the penetrating existence
That separates us,
From what we justly struggle after.

Frequently left too blind to notice light,
What now is before our eyes
Unites ideals from disengaged realities.

The disconnect found in our lonely souls
Keeping us eluded time and again
From what we actually intended to be.

It is not beyond our reach to see
As to grab on to tightly
But it’s beyond the courage we need.

Yet the fight lingers for another day
Again in momentary failure
We are wedged between survival and ruin.

So once more no movement will begin
For we are stuck here,
Between reality and the ideal.

Door 320

In my city of thoughts I blur past a few

I can’t get my head on straight enough

To think this through to the end

I try to stop and think about it again

Just trying to stop long enough to catch

The thoughts racing through my mind

Restlessness is the only constant state

I’m finding myself in no other place

To stop for a moment would be bliss

But no bliss is found here this night

All lights are on and all signs say go

As my head spins in every direction

Worries are the lament of my soul

I cry out for any moment of peace

Only left in pieces on the open floor

I look up in the darkness above

Which, if it could reflect upon itself

Would then reveal my own lonely soul

Guilt lives in my mind’s shallow halls

The stained walls left untouched

The dimly lit thoughts that won’t escape

Thoughts of pain, and remorse undone

Chained down by despair’s strong hand

Spent to live these days in the dark

Condemned to dwell in my mind alone

No way of escaping this unholy place

Tenants of pain, condemnation, remorse

Guilt, shame, frustration, worry, doubt

Constant companions to each other

And constant visitors to the way I feel

I find no door knobs here on the inside

Doors do go from my head to my heart

But they stench of the same destruction

I am guilty of letting them in long ago

The thoughts that fester still in my head

They are the guests I brought to dinner

I’ve heard long ago of an ancient way

Of a man who holds keys that set men free

The Master Keyholder to my darkest doors

A key to be found in the form of a Cross

To release me and free me from my sin.

How can one know how to find this man?

                     In a silent moment of never known peace 
                     I hear a steady knock on the outside door

(I hold the keys)

Just Beyond Here

Just up the road is a lonely man
He is searching for a place to call home
His heart is swept up in the emptiness
Of not knowing if he should come or go

Oh Lonely Man, Oh Empty Soul
There is a place to rest
Just beyond here, Just beyond here

In that house is a broken girl
She is wondering what love is
Her mind is caught in the emptiness
Of not knowing whether to live or die

Oh broken girl, Oh broken heart
There is a place to love
Outside of here, Outside of here

Across town is a fractured child
He is asking where hope is
His dreams are lost in desperation
Of worrying about today and tomorrow

Oh fractured faith, Oh splintered child
There is a place to dream again
Not too far here, not too far from here

Up on that hill is a dying man
He is hope and love and peace
In a tomb He is Alive again
Just over here, Just over here

Blood in the Cracks

From blood spilled down in to the cracks
Poured out from nail pierced hands and feet
And a bruised brow of the son of man

All that was broken is made whole again
Hearts become mended as sorrows fade away
Weary souls find rest in a peace lasting forever

For the Son  has taken our shame away.
It is gone, for He remembers it no more
Like a rock tossed in to a sea never seen again

For God's hand stretched out to us
Wiping our tears from the burdens we bore
And He whispers to us they are no more

Grace came down and pardoned our sin
Love poured out in a moment of holy tragedy
When death on a cross set us all free

Good Night

In distant skies with fire flies,
The trees begin to settle down,
As autumn’s night twilight shines,
The moon sits smiling back at me.

The evening light casts a faded glow,
Where shadows begin to spread,
The sun slides down a mountainside;
I arrange to rest all over again.

Unsettled winds breathe swiftly by,
Colors take stage on fragile leaves,
fluttered in gasps of a blustery breeze;
In my heart I’ve settled down to sleep.

Nighttime drapes the sky again,
Staking its claim on landscapes below;
flickers poke through heaven’s terrain.
I am entirely Under quiescent charm.

Sleep tight this restful night.