Knowing Me, Knowing You

Knowing Me, Knowing You

I have known love, oh so profound,

causing the heart to sing in deepest resound,

while feet stand firmly planted upon the ground,

and the soul is set free, becoming unbound.

I have known joy in holy communion,

where heart and soul meet in jubilant reunion

fortifying the spirit's ethereal constitution

against a bleak world of orderly delusion.

I have known darkness, as I fell from grace,

forced into shame, I willfully hid my face,

so the world could not see my silent disgrace,

as I embarked upon the path of time's eternal race.

I have known sorrow, as it beats against the wall,

morosity so heartrending that it beckons one to fall,

to release the pain in an answering call,

to let go the world, bequeathing it to one and all.

I have known shame in endless refrain,

leaving a blight upon the heart, an infinite stain,

binding the soul in constant restrain

that no human flesh could possibly contain.

I have know peace, like nothing before,

relinquishing the tide to let the spirit soar,

from depths unrealized into it's core,

while here I stand upon a dust covered floor.

I have known me in time's tender repast,

where once I was lost and forlorn, alas,

now I stand tall in celestial cast,

the captain of my ship, as I stand at the mast.

Do you recognize this place that is you,

a place where you feel through everything you do,

from your mother's womb to the time when you are through,

where everything is bright, beautiful and new?

So look to yourself to know what is true,

for you are your guide in all that you do.

You hold the key to all that ensues,

you are the light that lovingly renews.

The Measure Of A Soul's Evolution

The Measure Of A Soul's Evolution

Upon the darkened wings of sorrows storm,
which cast down shadows heinous in form,
swirls a whirlwind of souls unshorn,
flesh and bone,from whence they were torn,
with voices screaming, and yet, unheard,
lost in a world of the chaotic absurd.

And into this bedlam of mayhem and discord
came a light with arms of rowan wreathed accord
to offer solemn solace to a tempest of despair
and sanctuary's reprieve to those that would dare
to transverse the path in one single stride,
sacrificing the ego and surrendering the pride.

Cascading torrents of anguished avian fluxation,
bound in the mighty grip of anger's consternation,
denied this behest and held back the fray,
abruptly ending the possibility of a jubilant stay
to the bone weary pain and sorrow filled tears
leaving instead naught but sharp jagged fears.

Hell this twas not, nay, look now and see,
the truth that once dwelt deep within me,
beneath the facade of heavenly grace,
below the mask and behind the face,
a single being alone in disgrace
choosing the darkness, a chaos filled place.

But still that light stayed near, with its echoing call,
waiting patiently for a time when I would let go and fall,
to reach out once more its arms of accord,
and slice through the darkness with a heavenly sword.
To offer me blessings of hope through my plight,
and truth, simply sought, through azure sight,
to open the heart in time's gentle refrain,
and wash away the remnants of night's long lasting stain.

See now the measure of a soul's evolution,
even as it fights and casts up in revolution,
for hope's gentle arms stand waiting, ready at hand,
for the time when you fall, to help you to stand,
even when there seems nothing in this realm of delusion,
standing alone, in truth, is naught but illusion.
Have faith, believe, and trust in this fact,
for this truth is given in heavenly pact,
that you are never as alone as you seem,
even when you fight...even when you scream.
All you must do is to turn and to see,
the truth that resides deep within thee.

In A Single Moment

In A Single Moment

Upon a random plain, within a random time,
two sets of eyes meet, but for a moment,
a single heartbeat thrumming...
What does this stranger's eyes behold,
in gazing upon another soul?
Is it beauty, oh so tempting,
that beckons the quickening heart
into lustful quest?
Or do those mortal eyes behold
the flaws of human living?
Do they see dark circles
of tired eyes longing for reprieve?
Do they see the wrinkles,
proof of a long lived life?

And with the eyes partaking
these sights unto its own,
how will it react in kind,
to what it has come to behold?
Will it look on with empathy,
and share in another's plight?
Will it turn away quickly,
with abject disgust written
plainly across it's face?
Or will it pretend not to see at all,
under the guise of apathy's grace?

In a single moment judgment is rendered,
upon the worth of the other soul,
to stand as equals or to condescend,
to acknowledge or to turn away,
to reach out or to do nothing at all.

What will a stranger's eyes behold,
in the moment when two sets of eyes meet?
In a single moment's time alone,
the mood is set for what is yet to come.