Space outside of fear

I inhale

I am depleted of the superficial pining

My body yearns

Deep penetrating overcoming

Tangible over the numinous

I lie

For awe

For Josh and Kim

Praise be to the divine Alchemist Scribe
Who brought this union to life
Before each could ever contrive
There before the other—none could deny

With shouts of awe the angels gloried
As eternal present met in story

The haloed audience witnessed His prescribed plan
To stir Love’s fusion with a gentle hand

Concoctions of devotion
Written before dreamt notions
Of timeless answered prayers

He was there
On-looking at this pair
Enfolding a story periodically dared
Allowing a blessed complimentary chemistry shared

You, magnificently great wondrous Unending Song
Conquered temporary somas for them to forever belong
To a cleaved world once thought forgone

Sweetly surprised and intentionally matched
From synthetic, corroding frameworks they detached

Hand-in-hand with ravishing transport and so moved
Decidedly delighted to take on the new

So they wandered onward, abated journey to discover
The acquiesced calm—a life found in one another

From eternal past, we find that awaited purpose filled
Divinely penned and kinetically sealed
Witness to a an everlasting Love revealed

The tormented mind, bound by oppressive thought, thinks what it should not 

It entertains the solution as the only way, chained to the debts and regrets of the day

There in macabre sight, hanged, shot, turned off in plight

The reality is at the fingertip, in form of prescribed elixir to the lip

The patient grim company whispers with cunning lies, dressed as an angel in disguise

Looking to mirror with no good in sight, desperation calls to quit the fight

Anchored to the supposed better-off, the torturous voice explains away the cost

The seconds pass without a single doubt that the only way to, is out

The exit is quick–no walk through the Valley, with no person to hold, no will to rally

With the soul out of alignment, the body falls towards confinement

The divided mind overrides yielding to legion, fumbling and faltering past sound reason

There, with hidden hour arrived and ill forsaken plan contrived, a new thought arrives

Wherefore he saith, Awake thou that sleepest, and arise from the dead, and Christ shall give thee light

The blurring prolongs the desired choice; in eternal seconds sounds His voice

And have no fellowship with the unfruitful works of darkness, but rather reprove them

Rather than reprimand from the tongue, no chide comes to silence the internal demon’s song

On battlefield and quite harassed, the one syllable fight outlasts

Realization comes in simple cries, overcoming seductive lies

Put on the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to stand against the wiles

Whether in progressive healing, or instantaneous revealing, souls begin reeling

The inner Spirit has room to take over; the body is given away to the Lover

The voices silence and wicked plans, with sinful nature, die; the will makes the decision, choosing Life   

No explanation will suffice, that the Savior performed this heist

The ugly plunder removed from heart, to change the motives and give new start

In front of mirror, the present has no reflection of the tattered, tortured, lifeless recollection

Now with a willful, intentionally joyous look, the answers constant, found in that old Book

Anchored in truth, desiring no other way, faith resonates and reminds that His miracles are for today

The cold slanders today

Smearing sun’s message

Though when present yields shadows

Blamed as an accomplice to deeds

Light, I beg, do not hide

Economy of God, be known

Speak of greatest utility and unmatched joy

Once withdrawal and contempt fade from luminous shock

Total assassination of that which lurks in darkness  

Restoring the indignant and wounded back to a Christ reality

Oh radiant transparency!

Recruit the long suffering

To bring story to the resigned suspicious

Truth be common once again

That we may be reminded Eros Turannos in utterances deep

From April-August, I took my finals, graduated from Harvard Kennedy School of Government with a Masters in Public Policy, visited my sister and vacationed in Cambodia and Thailand, moved from MA to MD, landed a job with state government, vacationed again in SC, and then finally began to settle in.  The settling-in part started two weeks ago.  But alas! I’ve found myself back to writing, as I should–because I love to.