grab that thin ledge
with fingertips tired, worn and red.
hang on tight
don’t you dare give up The Fight!
don’t look down
at that cold, distant ground.
look up instead
at what your God has just ahead.
hold on;
stay strong.
your life: not all wrong.
your story: not yet done.
One nation
under God
indivisible…
a country,
a study
in democracy.
On what it means,
the responsibility
of being “free.”
We continue to learn
to see
repeatedly
that “free”
that equality-
not always easy
and often lacks clarity.
Constant to and fro,
outer battles
reflecting
inner struggles.
Still, we stand!
For/from ourselves much better demand.
So much at stake:
too much needed Love to make
and bridges to create
as per God’s Great Mandate.
how is it possible that God could have poured
so much deliciousness in just one Cup?
it is simply too much for another to sop up!
blowing the mesmerized mind every time,
man delicious,
can’t look at ya,
can’t look away.
your utter exquisiteness
holds such sweet sway.
too fine,
you personify sublime.
so damn divine,
like a delectable glass of rare, perfectly aged wine.
beyond luscious,
you overpower, disarm and intoxicate!
how then does a mere mortal adequately navigate?
enthralled, thrown, spellbound,
I ask my Lord:
why so much scrumptiousness into one Cup you poured?
Come here, My Dear.
I can feel you so very near.
Come to me,
soon, please-
as per God’s Will.
Beautiful man,
crafted by The Potter’s Hand,
specifically
for me-
as I for thee,
come, let us together journey
spiritually,
creatively,
and intellectually.
You: My benevolent King –
wise teacher, merciful mirror, fierce protector.
Me: Your appreciative Queen-
cinnamon muse, the air you choose to deeply breathe.
We: Blessed
beloved,
bespoken –
coming together
forever
in service to
our Heavenly Father.
come to me, Beloved.
come, straight with not a hint of a chaser:
no art on your face
nor hair made up and straight.
come to me in your most natural state.
allow me to see exactly what God done create.
let me see you in the “harsh” Light,
not just undercover “protected” by the night.
My Love, why the masks?
you know I must ask.
why do you feel you must always run from me,
hiding away your true identity?
what is it you do not wish for me to see?
come, Baby.
sit,
breathe,
be.
then,
look
at
Me.
Look into your mirror through my eyes.
do you see what I see-
your great beauty,
that you are infinitely worthy
just as you are
right now?
in your own eyes,
do you see in you the mystery,
vulnerability,
fragility,
abundant curiosity,
and stubborn audacity?
do you?
really?
and of the fine lines indelibly etched on your face-
do you see your long history and humble ministry?
do you, Baby?
what of your beautiful skin-
scarred, marred, unshaven, uneven?
therein, your unique composition,
not crafted to be ignored,
but deeply appreciated and fully explored.
do you see what I see, Baby?
your True Story,
your ineffable Glory.
born of a visionary-
one gifted with the ability
to farther see,
one who then generously
takes us on their journey.
Legacy…
what is left behind,
that which will stand the test of time.
planted seeds
the rich harvest of which
will not ever be seen.
lessons taught
from painful battles fought.
inspiration elicited
from a long gone Heart that contributed.
the many lives transformed
from a Life that is now in another form.
a world made brighter
from a dimmed Light of significant matter.
fill what was once occupied,
what once could bear life inside.
fill it with Light;
fill it with Words;
fill it with Music;
fill it with Wisdom;
fill it with much Love.
fill it, please
with all of these.
fill it so the void
don’t spread
to my head.
fill it
so that I can choose, always,
Life
instead.
You emptied me.
now, to overflow,
fill me.
make me
a vessel,
a vehicle,
a channel.
then, pour from me
abundantly and continuously
until I return home,
to Thee.
I see a Need
and I fill It-
no questions asked
no hesitation born of self-doubt.
No, I just do It now –
do the Thing that beckons me,
scares me,
that which was meant for me only.
I do It with
the who I am,
what I have,
what I know
in this space and time.
What may now elude me
will eventually find me,
bringing the resources
I did not need
to immediately
heed and proceed.
You see, I, the Doer,
Trust
wholeheartedly – I simply must!
I trust in me,
steeped in a Power,
an inner knowing
beyond what I can comprehend
and see.
And of the inevitable obstacles,
but mere opportunities,
endless possibilities
to fulfil a sacred
responsibility
to be always in service to
our humanity.
Lord,
I beseech you (yet again)
tell me
guide me
loudly and very clearly (please)
As to what I am
to do
to be
so that I may proceed
newly focused and accordingly.
At times, My Lord,
I grow so weary,
burdened with existential angst
and near constant worry,
not feeling remotely worthy.
Just
alone,
lonely,
needy,
profoundly empty.
From here,
nowhere to go nor to be,
only to draw
ever nearer and nearer to
Thee.
burgeoninc 