Unmarred

rose

Where is Fortune’s sweet surrender? Not in telling gaze afar

Working now for freedom’s mention, wrought in battles raging mar

Fighting for the right to live here, standing firm on hallowed ground

When all else falls into darkness, reach for loving light abound

Clasping tight to memories fondly, meeting grace within the stars

Fortune tells me in remembrance, there we find the truth unmarred

Throw the shackles from the compost, binding heat from shadow’s gloom

Rising from the ashes glowing, stands the Rose of Sharon’s bloom

See the reck’ning kingdom coming, Fortune knows not time nor place

Hasten now to touch the petals, find the golden truth effaced

 

Pillar By the Night

Frozen is this heart of stone, plastered to the sphere

Where is my solitude?  Where is my fear?

Fortune’s telling seems afar, nigh for truth and light

Contraband to silence, taken in the night

Chains that bind by depth and blood, fixed to ships at sea

Floating in the ceaseless pain, soul’s first noiseless plea

Fortress floats towards land’s swift shore, buttressed in the flight

Cloud by the light of day, pillar by the night

Glinting eyes of silent shouts demand my acquiescence

What is the safest way to claim my soft defiance?

You don’t hold my freedom song, wrought in tears and toil

Standard flies in rippling wind, planted in the soil

Cast aside your ardent lies, they have no hold on me

Burn your demanding subterfuge and persistent trickery

Fling my prose into the wind, leap for battles won

Shadows lay to wasteland’s floor, step into the sun

fire by nightExodus 13:21, “And the LORD went before them by day in a pillar of cloud to lead them along the way, and by night in a pillar of fire to give them light.”

Vine

vine

 

Wispy tendrils stealing softly, fire embeds my mind

Flinging seeds of suspicions blind

Hearken now to my story, listen if you dare

A tale of rejection and despair

The seeds of vine’s worries stem from roots of doubt

Can my heart be free from wounds of gout?

 

What’s this fearsome frenzy, of soul’s shaking sight?

No center for my eyes to focus light

Clouding all my thoughts, dimming shadows views

Fleeting prose and dreadful, soundless muse

Be silent, oh accuser! Be silent, thoughts constrain!

Final dusk creeps to ponder vain

 

Conflict and torture! Angst and sorrow large!

Loom ever-present taking charge

Vine slinks closer still, darkening my door

Mist steals gradually up the shore

Vine of abysmal anguish! Vine of coarse regret!

Rises imminent fostering final threat

 

Linger no longer, plant of floundering pain

My true heart desires righteous gain

I cannot attain it! It slips through my fist!

A traitor betrays with conniving kiss!

Flesh rises in me, virtue it defeats

If only grace could peaceful mercy meet!

 

Reckless is my falling, dreadful fear abounds

I must travel to the burial ground

There I find death, to shameful gloom regress

There my comfort waits to oppress

Consolation in shame, because I know it well

I’d rather have my immortal soul to sell

 

What’s this vine I see!  Wrapped upon the tombs!

I can’t escape its sacrilegious blooms!

Where is my freedom? Where’s my liberty?

Oh this vine of deceit and trickery!

Vile you await, to mock my calm reflection!

Wherever you await is my rejection!

 

So flee I must, from restful deliberation

And bid this sanctuary salutation

But where is there to go? Can I escape your wares?

Wherever I go, there is your deadly stares

Thorns envelope you, oh poisonous plant you are!

You shoot out darts to wound and scar!

 

Running aimlessly, my life a repulsive race

I long to find a truly restful place

Does such a thing exist?  Or is all fantasy?

My soul will never be given amnesty

Fie soporific waters! You do not endure!

You are fleeting, and certainly unsure!

 

Shame, doubt, fear, dread, call out my name

Their cries echo forward to proclaim

There is no peaceful life, there is no harmony

Evil reigns supreme triumphantly

So slip away I must, collapse in flesh and bone

A soul rejected, no hope, no love, alone