scattered

pressed and broken
like the memory of young courage
that once would sing me home to the parish of my birth
your eyes burned straight through me
hot knife through skin of soul.
i kneel and pray for redemption
wondering if the perfect dawn will see me through the dusk of earth
the night of gloom
(to grasp darkness is to eat the food of silence)
but silent, you are far away and i ask myself
regretfully
if my vision is a buried tomb or a crack of light borne afresh among the lillies
casting tundra wind
far from tropic
and (now) there is no distance
between us.
(hold on)
fate and fulfillment will come strutting, warlike, the resurrected love
now waiting
soon striving.

Comments

[Matt J]

Matt,

Your creativity is amazing, then on top of that God speaks so powerfully through it. I thank God for you and all that you have done for us. May God give you more creativity, wisdom, and love for you have certainly given us much of it.
I amProud to have served with you, and cherish our relationship.