They are brought to their knees
and fall
But we, we rise up
and stand firm.
.
they are brought to their knees and fall,
But we rise up and stand firm.
.
horses colliding, armor clashing
swords arching in trained manuvers
men breaking teeth in their efforts,
the field heaves like the waves on the sea
the foam, bodies flung from steeds –
to lie without motion.
the battle cry becomes weeping in the aftermath.
men with rivers dried up
inside their chests
from their belts to their eyes
digging new wells they discover on the battle field
.
the bodies fill the wells
.
everytime they drink
blood sits in the bottom of the cups
.
dirt,
our own recipe,
hides the deeds done in the sun.
the bodies bulbs, waiting for their season to rise.
.
What wars have been faught within our hearts?
What battles won?
What lies beneath? Inside our bellies?
What scars, visible or invisible, do we bear?
What bodies lie within us waiting to rise?
.
Distress
.
the word strips me down to fear.
i scream,
but no one is listening.
my voice is on the wrong frequency.
static crackles back.
.
Pinky promises with you.
my little finger curles in yours.
Answer me when i call.
Dont let me become alone.
Tune into my frequency
.
When i say with urgency, “Dad!” quickly come,
your name is my confidence
that i belong with you
and you with me.
.
From your spot
come running quickly
.
is – is this your spot?
On the watchtower?
Leaning over into the folds of darkness
squinting to see movement?
Looking for my return?
.
Is this your spot?
.
Bewildered
.
i cannot fathom this sanctuary,
that you desire
in my heart
.
Strengthen my heart
grant me strength
.
Give me desire – any desire
just enough to crawl from the mud and return
.
i have forgotten your arms
i have forgotten your voice
i have forgotten how to want
.
desperation
.
it eats me up
its beyond need
desperation forces me down
and its fingers bruise my neck
.
this is not want, or desire.
this is not dream.
this is destruction
.
consuming me ….will you let it?
.
They are brought to their knees and fall
.
we are told we will shout for joy
we are told that if we keep walking thru the desert we will shed the slave mentality
we are told we are sons and daughters
made for posession and inheritance
sealed
crowned
desired
.
they are brought to their knees and fall
but we.
we rise up and stand firm
.
annoint me
let your truth tumble down upon me
like oil unable to be washed out or washed off
let your joy shake me from the soil and rattle my bones till they all fall apart
.
stubbornness
.
defensiveness
.
remember
accept
mine
my feeble little offers
my broken incomplete prayers
my selfish unwholesome actions
.
denied
.
unnacceptable
.
even i know
even i reject yours
and yours and yours…
why do i think mine are justified?
.
He remembers
He accepts
.
He
.
spotless
chosen and choosing
slain
Accepted
.
His desire will always far outburn mine
His desire will always far outburn yours
.
Know
.
The field is littered with broken burning charriots
Even the horses have become weary
and mouths foaming blood have wandered away…
They are brought to their knees and fall.
But we,
we rise up and stand firm.
