The Journey Continues

I got a good look into the mirror of my soul
with all the dirt, all the pain, and all the sorrow
What I saw was me, and not all of it was good
or at least
not in my eyes

 But except, it I did
All that I am
All that I'm not
All that I want to be and all for which I've fought

 But God, he holds it all
 He cares for my life
He attends to every breath
With such care that Im free
to be who I am
Where I am
I am loved where I am

 But theres more
 His love tells me theres more
 and I believe him
 I hope in his word
 His voice is on the heart

 look no further than faith for eyes to be feet that carry
into an unknown future.

FIRE!

There’s a fire in my soul

There’s a fire in my soul
Just lit up like a red hot blazing coal
Digg’n round like a subterranean mole
Excavating my heart.
And the terrifying part
Is its digg’n deeper.

Digg’n deeper to my core
Waging all spiritual kinds of war
Sifting soul of an open sore
Like an ancient threshing floor
More and more and more and more
Until the chaff of me
Be of yore.

Yeah, Its taking self and taking pride
Taking walls and things that hide
Reveals the truth and kills the lie
Reveals my God whose deep inside
Until he and I abide

but then
In him
I’ll die
The one through whom was made
All things that fly on earth and sky
In him I will abate
As phoenix from the ashes high
So my soul within shall rise
In clouds
I bow
And place my crown
Upon the ground
And in pastures I will lay

I With three remain
and the greatest I will know
Like a fire in my soul
Is love’s enduring flame

Sigh

The quiet stillness of exceeding calm, like the ambiance of a diminished storm in may, fills my heart with subtle exhalations of release, and then, then I feel nothing. Nothing but still, proceeding the quake when all is in its place, resting as if the giant tons of moving earth had never been in tension at all, as if the hordes of molten magma had never heated to the soaring heights scarcely imaginable to an unperceiving eye. Like the waves have ceased and glass waxes still the once turbulent waters, like phantom crackles of thunder faintly rumbling in the distant memories of my searching ears.

sigh

I breath in slowly to see if the relief is real

sigh

the world has stopped

and yet, it is finally within my sight.