On Grace:
Sometimes laughter is
the medicine best consumed
Removing any bitter pill
catching our fill of joy
hopefully by the bucket full
While we scratch and scrape to obliterate
The evidence of the empty
Other times there exists
this wish, this droaning desire
the brush fire of urgency
to unwind the vivid recall
that catches our fall
into this levity
we attempt,
we yearn to protect
this fragile sanity
casting shadows on the walls
of our iniquities
all the while struggling
refraining from peering
at that tree on Calvary
Could this be our undoing?
The unraveling of life’s
Guilt and selfishness
We have been pursuing this…
We the murder guilty
Hands crimson and stained..
Our eyes struggling to ignore it
Pulling our attention away
Yet discovering the end of our wit
Our wisdom, our inadequate understanding
Yet this heart,…
This shackled slave to self
is crash landing
bailing out…expanding panic
I think I’ll be sick
As I find myself wading
Through my own filth
Which eclipses feeble strength
Within these tired hands
This vacant soul…
Hallowed and emptied out
I have lost control
Shattered, bits and pieces
Sharp and jagged
Course as no longer whole
And glancing once more
Rugged cross in view
Life’s blood is spilt
Redemption, salvation, new life
Comes Crashing through…yet I will not
Comprehend it… just yet
No, not yet…
For hell has to relinquish
Diminish in the world…in me…
Then three days
Three gut wrenching, tear bursting
Sleep fleeting days…
To grave side
Torn pride, without guide
I will make my way
To mourn, to break again
But only then…only then
Will I meet nail shattered hands
Light from the cave of death
I will catch my breath,
I will catch His grace
And from His lips I will
Hear I love you, this…
This…was all for you.