Triad
I walk away
   So insufficient
so many times
      Falling on my face again
when to your arms I should run
you take my far-fetched ideas
       Take me
       my hands and hopes and dreams
       use me
       turn my thoughts to you
       claim me
       steal me from all who would distract
Pull me
       Let none take me
out of the grasp
       none claim me
of this world
       but those for whom I am given
    of my
And humble me
    mind
       genuinely
    of all but you
Turning me back again
What do you want
     to your face
    from me?
     Your glory
    Your glory
     to You
    in me
     …my Lover
    take me
Psalm 121
I will lift up mine eyes
    unto the hills
from whence cometh my help
My help cometh from the LORD,
    which made heaven and earth.
He will not suffer thy foot
    to be moved:
He that keepeth thee will not slumber.
Behold, He that keepeth Israel
    shall neither slumber nor sleep.
The LORD is thy keeper:
    the LORD is thy shade
    upon thy right hand.
The sun shall not smite thee by day
    nor the moon by night.
The LORD shall preserve thee from
    all evil:
He shall preserve thy soul.
The LORD shall preserve thy
    going out
and thy coming in
from this time forth
and forevermore.
Saturday, March 16, 2002
Thursday, March 14, 2002
I see now why I didn't see you before
   why i didn't know
      didn't care
you were just a pretty face
   in many ways you
      still are
sometimes you go so deep
   it amazes me
but sometimes you need
   to grow up
Some things are so basic
   why i didn't know
      didn't care
you were just a pretty face
   in many ways you
      still are
sometimes you go so deep
   it amazes me
but sometimes you need
   to grow up
Some things are so basic
Monday, March 04, 2002
Reflection on "The Kiss"
Fist clenched
   at his side
...not quite tight
   fingers curled
as control
   must win
Passion rages
      in his mouth
   in hers
but he will not
   touch her
she will not
   touch him
They are chaste
   passion
      and
   innocence
   intertwined
for a moment
   on this street
in Paris.
Fist clenched
   at his side
...not quite tight
   fingers curled
as control
   must win
Passion rages
      in his mouth
   in hers
but he will not
   touch her
she will not
   touch him
They are chaste
   passion
      and
   innocence
   intertwined
for a moment
   on this street
in Paris.
Saturday, March 02, 2002
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