the flood

I fear I am alone now
My wings so tired
Free as a bird so long
But far from my God
My life, my choices
My family, my home
They are merily memory now
The land below me swallowed
The heavens above sheding tears
They cried for me
But much too late
My feathers tattered
As I search
My vision fading
Above me, below me
Nothing but blue
The lost son
Never to return
The flood
With no redemption
No where to land
No where to rest
No where to die
My wings so tired
I know I am alone now

audrey

audrey

i never met you
and don't know if i ever will

but i see us in bed
lying there in the faint light

i will tell you a secret
and you will hear it

you will really hear it
and you won't tell a soul

you will carry it forever
but don't let it weight you down

for your beauty fills the room
and your kindness calms my heart

but if your forgiving eyes look away
i swear my heart will break in two

it will break in two

I Am

I am the King
the one they've been waiting on
my mother is Mary
and my father a descendent of David
I am the fulfillment
The answer to a 1000 year promise

I am filled with love
My Father sustains me always
Trails I have faced
but to none have I fallen
I bring a message
it's filled with hope and redemption

however, as I set out
with this kingdom before me
I feel something looming
a future of pain yet to be told
it troubles me
this impending pain that awaits me

I feel my arms spread
and know my blood will spill
I hear echoes of voices
they accuse me and sentence me
they will destroy me
for they do not believe it is I

fate awaits me
with names of all and all to come
they are written
they are all upon me as I step out
but I do walk
I step forward as faith fills me

for I know my Father
His heart is mine and mine His
and I know this love
it will not end in darkness
I believe in hope
even as the darkest night's upon us

a morning will surely come
and bring new light to this broken world

balloon

this balloon, once so meaningful
now lays on the ground
of no fault of it's own
it will fly no more

if only I had forseen events
when my joy first dwindled
I surely would have let it go
but I put myself first

again.

this old tree

this old tree is growing
it’s beginning to take up the yard
the grassy area we once laid upon
is now just a frame for that old tree

it’s branches grow and shed
as the seasons pass us by
but they keeping reaching
upward toward heaven

while the roots spread
and stretch underground
declaring the space they earned
they let us know it’s time

this old tree owns the land
and our old house feels it
the walls are cracking
and the floor is warped

our bedroom window view
is only branches and leaves now
and the foundation beneath us
is giving into the pressure

the rings this tree holds inside
out number the years of our home
and it’s aged wisdom is silent
yet overwhelmingly heard

as the tree takes our home
we see our youth pass us by
and realize we are not rooted
but rather free to leave

so as the roots take new ground
and the branches reach up
we pack up our memories
in the suitcases we’ve never used

this old tree can have what it’s earned
we must see what the new season brings
this old tree knows where it belongs
but our place in the world is yet to come