“…that words may be given to me in opening my mouth boldly
to proclaim the mystery of the gospel…” Eph. 6:19
More and more, Holy Spirit has been reawakening my passion for writing and has been opening up doors for me to share. I now call my poetry, “Candor;” to be frank in honesty in what God has done and is doing to promote true christian community where liberty flows freely.
I recently performed for the first time at Audio Feed, a Christian music festival in which the Lord is shining His light in the goth and hardcore subcultures. #somuchhappy
Wayward
By: Candor (Charity Taylor)
the Snow drifts
like sand in the wind,
a White wall blowing
twirling.
the Clouds hang
low beneath the sun
holding captive the
light by day.
a High harmony
weaves through
the
trees.
delicate quarter notes
drifting to the earthen
floor beneath.
i know a man
Who once stood
on the prow of a ship,
“storm, be calm.”
a Voice shooting into
eternity
and so it was.
i hear Him today as
inch by inch
the sidewalk
is hid
by a white blanket.
i know this man,
who once stood by
His Father
and s p o k e
before the foundations
of the earth,
and light was
thrusted forth
from His very lips.
the Sun shined
through the
clouds, one could
just close their
eyes and feel
the beams
cares their cheek.
the Trees reached
high as the roots
dug deep to
find water
that never runs dry.
i know this man
Who was acquainted
with grief,
but oh! He had a
joy set before Him.
the Nations
are His inheritance.
this Kind Ruler is not
just a maker
a potter
a craftsman
he is a husband
pursuing our Gomer
hearts;
after my
wayward heart
cold as this
window pane
shallow as the depth
of the white flakes
gathered beneath it.
in Steadfast love
and mercy
you have
C H O S E N
me
in You
i am called by
Your Name.
