(What I Saw)
It’s not that I don’t know where I’m going,
I just don’t know what happens in between.
The foggy gray patchwork called life sits in the median of a crowded street.
And I wade through the mist in between black and white,
Little appears cut and dry,
Despite the claims of the multitudes,
Because between Heaven and Hell lies Earth,
And while the truth of God is evident,
I thank Him I’m not the one who has to sort out our mess.
(Because of…)
Indeed I stand in the middle of a seven-lane highway
Hoping you don’t hit me,
Knowing you will.
Because Love hits like a Mac truck,
And fragmented love leaves a trail of splinters.
And thus lies my paradox,
Love hurts.
So I’ll count my wounds,
And chalk it up to grace that they aren’t fatal,
Because the heart of love hurts with the hurting,
And cries with the broken heart.
(The Altering Conversation)
Dear God- “Does your heart fracture with the splintering of my mind?
Dear Josiah- “My hands bleed as I pick up your pieces”
Dear God- “O’ Captain my Captain,
-You have my heart”-
(Firing the Rounds)
I’ll bite the bullet,
And chew its steel,
Because my Love wars for me,
And I join the ranks,
To fight for you.
(And Peace.)
_ (my soul) ________
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