Dams, Walls, Bulldozers, Love

I’m looking at you.

Yes you, right there in front of it all!

You’ve hit a wall.

You can go no further,

You’ve lost all your ferver.

Like the fish that swims into cement, you yell “Dam!”

You’re taking pain by the gram.

You can take it no more,

You’re flopping on the floor

You just want it all to crumble.

Because that’s how you feel:

Like the Hoover dam unfilled.

And just a crumbling wall,

You don’t know if it should go down.

You could reinforce it

or let it fall.

But instead of water behind,

It’s your heart.

Broken and crumbling,

And should it break any more, the water, blood, and pain will poor out.

You’re alone without a doubt.

No one to fix it,

Or to help you break it down.

And you don’t know.

Could it be fixed or maybe repaired?

And for such change could you be thus prepared?

Or if it broke would that be so bad?

There’s a little boy with his finger in the dam

to prevent the deluge,

to give the village a refuge.

But what good is he?

If behind it all there is no water.

And look over there’s someone else with a--

Bulldozer?

Oh wait that’s me!

Yes it’s me and I’ve got some love.

Because I know what love is:

It’s a bulldozer.

And with it I’ll knock down that wall,

Yes the one you hoped would never fall, will.

And its little tributary will finally fill.

Maybe not a dam filled to the brim,

But a river in which your heart will swim.

Yes my friend you will soon be refreshed.

And in a river of love you will be able to rest.

For that’s what it’s all about.

Because I love you.

And I’ve got a bulldozer.

And I will not stop when your wall is a ruin.

That’s right; I’ll knock them all down,

From the Great one in China to the one in Berlin.

All will be rubble, because I am not alone.

We’ve all been given these four-ton machines of fury.

So around the world let’s go touring.

With our monster machines we’ll break them down, till we can taste the peace that keeps flowing,

And yes, my friends, we’ll keep on going.

And then we’ll go home and we all will rest again

by the new rivers flowing forth from our hearts.

And we’ll go back, back to where everything starts.

And remember the love that we’ve been given.

Yes, the love we have for He is risen.

Doubt

Why the self doubt?

Because the self is dubious.

The Spirit is not.

I yearn to see the Spirit.

Again.

I know I've seen You before.

You've shown me love- make it soar.

Let me see You.

Again.

(written today!)

Wander

My heart wanders through the night,

Not in searching, yearning, nor in flight,

But just to look.

To see the others

Like children who've wandered from their mothers.

Some alone,

Some in droves,

And some in pairs.

Other hearts beneath the stairs.

Hiding from the world around.

Afraid of something,

Afraid of nothing.

That's when I saw your crying heart;

For your fragile world's been ripped apart.

The beauty you knew was lost

As pain grew.

And as my heart wandered on,

It yearned.

Yearned to forget what it's learned-

Yearned to know the folly's turns,

And yearned to help you return.

Can my heart lift yours from hysteria?

From its place-

Like the man of Samaria?

Could it not put itself down,

To reach out to you now?

It's not that strong

For its wandering's turned to wondering,

And in wonder it's been running.

Its breath will not last long.

It will fall amidst its blundering

Like a wounded bear my heart is lumbering...

But there is a Heart whose beat is thundering.

Withering Candle

Have you seen a flame flicker?

Ever breathed on the candle's lighted wick?

The flicker, the flashing light moves back and forth.

The flame dances to your breath.

And eventually snuffs out.

You did not wish to put out the flame.

Only to see it dance beneath your breath.

The beauty was great but you mourn to see it gone.

We shall blow on candles to choke dancing fire.

But He will breathe into us.

And a withering flame he will never extinguish.

(Dec 4, 2009)

Out of the Whirlwind

He speaks through the

Wind, not still air.

For the whirlwind

Is far more fair.

But fierce in pow'r,

Speaking this hour.

The wind will blow-

In love.

It will destroy.

In love

The debris flies.

In love.

Hurricane's here.

In love

The trees fall down.

My heart will drown.

In love.

(Nov 20, 2009)

Preach to the Choir

So it’s time to preach to the choir

Till it’s all consumed in fire.

We know. Our need is dire.

Serve the Lord with every part;

Give to Him of all your heart.

Give it away.

What you did for the least of these

Is for Him today.

Surrender all your ease.

Give it to them for the love He’s shown.

Down on your knees.

Your heart, your life.

He gave his.

Now give your own.

I'm not sure when I wrote this. Sometime Oct 2009

Memory

This one's a bit personal, if not over dramatic, but I really like it, so I'll post it. What's poetry if it's not personal? I wrote it pertaining to a break-up I had more than 7 months before I wrote it. Life's funny like that.

You were mine,
I was yours.
We left it all
For different shores.
I think you thought
You'd have me back,
But I've been put
on a different track.
But finally, you've moved on.
After finding, yes, I'm gone.
But now I'm curious just what you'd say,
should we meet along the way.
I cannot lie, at times I've missed you,
I remembered all the times I'd kissed you.
Now I hope he's nice,
hope he loves our Lord,
For something else you could not afford.
And perhaps now we'll never talk.
Never again shall our eyes lock.
But I'll cherish that last look in your eyes
As we held each other for those last goodbyes.
And now my eyes, they look to God,
For I cannot keep you in my thoughts.
We'll soon forget about you and me,
And you'll be one more memory.

Written 7/30/09

Mountains

So only one of my posts have been poems... so here's one. If I have a date for when I wrote it I'll put it up. Most of these poems were written way before I posted them.

I wrote this one after a visit to Rocky Mountain National Park

Oh Lord, You've blessed me to see
The glory of Your majesty.
The mountains tow'r above the land,
Yet before Your throne, they cannot stand
They rise with might to meet the clouds,
Yet only as Your grace allows.
The tundra grass and flowers that grow
Give way to pine trees down below.
From every trickle of melting snow,
The regal roaring river flows.
It is a shadow of the one to come.
For all these things will soon be done.
From that new River we shall partake
That worthy draft shall all death slake.
All God's people shall find true love
And give praise to Him in heav'n above.

Written: 7/30/09

God Will Take Care of You

I wrote this psalm-esque poem in regards to a friend going through a hard time. I've been thinking about my role as a friend and one who "points the way" when I know I can't fix their problems. The good news that we all know is, of course, that God can. Only He can.

Oh Lord, You search the heart

You know the inner workings of the mind

Lord I lift up my prayer from a desire to be righteous,

                My petition from a pure and holy heart.

I ask you to keep my heart from foolishness

                Let my mind be free from distraction

Keep me from self worship

                Or to make myself an idol and king

Instead let me point the way to You

                The only wise and holy King

You make paths straight and heal the brokenhearted

                Your arms wrap around the hurting soul

Keep me from my selfish ways

                Let me not use my name for greatness

Instead let me point the way to You

                To lead others to Your righteousnes

                To guide their hearts to Your love