And the Wind Carries Your Name

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Like foam on the waves I was tossed and turned, and I burned;
Like some tagalong vagabond wandering from mighty Babylon;
Like some drifter spread about the earth by a cosmic sifter…

And the wind carries Your name and spreads Your fame.

Oh how can it be that I was so utterly lost but now I see?
And how is it that I was even dead but now I’ve been fed?
Oh how can it be that You, You loved even the likes of me?

And the wind carries Your name and spreads Your fame.

Here now, finally, there is no blame nor is there any shame;
Here now, at last, I rest me in Your arms safe from all harm;
Here now there is nothing to darken as I harken to Your call.

And the wind carries Your name and spreads Your fame.

Yeah, I hear Your gentle Voice and all of my fear disappears;
Yeah, I see Your strong hand guiding the wandering band;
Yeah, I sense Your Presence in luminescence of my new life.

And the wind carries Your name and spreads Your fame.

And the wind carries Your name and spreads Your fame.

Finally Love

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I feel it coursing through my veins, blood of conviction after addiction,
And you were always there but I talked to myself, turned and walked away,
And it was another dark day, too cold and dreary even for one so bold…
Yeah, I broke your heart, tore it apart, and never expected another start
At Love from above cause I threw it all away and didn’t even say why,
Just good bye…
Another sigh
Hearts die
And I fly to another place in time and space, but you’re there, too, waiting,
Not baiting me and not hating me like you should, and you could, but there
In the twilight of my life I lay me down in your sight without anymore fight,
No strength for flight, no will to climb another height … and you’re here
By my side; you never left me bereft, but what can I do to repay you? Nothing
But to love you like I should because you first loved me … and thank you.
 

Refugee

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Across the wasted land in the band with no home;
Across the raging sea, not where we want to be;
Across the beach sand and wave foam to be damned;
Across the earth so far from hearth, empty hand…
And where now shall we go and how shall we know?
And who will take us in and begin to heal the hurt?
And who will seal our hearts and bind our wounds?
And who will mind our needs and heed our cries?
Who will feed our children or give us fresh seed?
Who will bend to love and tend our deepest cares?
Or shall we be tossed and forever lost in the world?
Or shall we see the eye of heaven and say good bye?

Refugee

Break From Blogging

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Dear friends, readers and fellow-bloggers,  for personal reasons and circumstances beyond my control,  I will not be able to keep up with my daily blogging or, sadly, reading…  Not wishing to go into details (at least right now),  I simply find myself in a position of both more limited access to the Internet and far less “free” time … Hopefully, this will not be the case forever,  but I did want to let you know now that I haven’t simply “jumped ship,” so to speak.  Please forgive me especially if I’m not able to keep up with the wonderful blogs that I follow;  I do sincerely apologize in the hopes that all of you will be understanding, as I’m sure you will…  So many of you have been so very loving and encouraging in so many ways, especially with your words,  that I find it difficult to express my deep gratitude … so I simply say from my heart and soul, “Thank you!” Thank you and many blessings to each of you;  I will pop in as often as I am able!

JDN

Eyes

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Behind those eyes of joy lie years of heartbreak
And ten thousand tears and suffering for keepsake;
Behind those eyes of peace sits twice the turmoil
And the high price of pain, over and over again;
Behind those eyes so inviting stands mass rejection
And cruel defection and a lifetime of introspection;
Behind those eyes of love is there scars of hate
And malice toward One who never took hell’s bait;
Behind those eyes…
Eyes that look at me with such unbridled compassion
And understanding with such commanding presence;
Eyes that look at me with so much wisened patience
And inspiration to keep walking to my destination
Eyes that look at me so very kindly and even blindly
And yet seeing all, when I stand tall and when I fall;
Eyes that look at me so openly with such charity
And clarity with verity and even strange solidarity;
Ah! Those eyes…
Eyes

To the Distant Unkown

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One of my own personal favorites that came to mind and heart this morning…. I just wanted to share this piece with newfound friends/readers.

I see so many running up and down this well-worn coast,
Never stopping, always moving, with only sand in hand to boast;
Mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, and lonely men no one will host.

I see the water waves always moving, rolling in and out,
Again and again, unceasing, unbothered, never reason to shout;
And in the distance vague harbor where anchors the ship, tall and stout.

I see one barely, shadowy, turning toward me and smiling,
At the harbor, prepared to board, to bid farewell before sailing;
And how does she know to go, why, and to what distant shore awaiting?

I see her turning again to board, not sadly, to sail away,
To leave frenzied coast of grand illusion, and will this man stay?
But there is the harbor in the distance, calling me to redemption bay.

I see the ship, so regal, slowly pull out into ocean deep,
And I cry an unspoken good-bye, yet such sight I’ll ever keep;
I’ll no longer run along this coast, nor boast, though long I may weep.

I see many on this shore with no more than sand in hand,
But I’ll make my way to harbor to sail away to an unknown land;
Alone, perhaps, yet someone may see me, too, where I saw her stand.

No, I’ll not stay, but board, and not sadly, to sail away…

To sail away…

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Turning

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I saw silver and gold and I was told I could have it all,
So I answered the call … I turned;
I saw fame and fortune and was told I could lay my claim,
So I did so with no self-blame … I turned;
I heard the blackbird promise power and my own great tower,
So I laid my bricks and did not cower … I turned;
I heard an old bard sing that peace was all mine to lease,
So I began to buy and did not cease … I turned;
I smelled all of the myriad roses in their beautiful poses,
So I started to buck and pluck … I turned;
I saw adulation and was told to clench it without hesitation,
So I made this my vocation … I turned…
Always turning, and always churning and burning with a hole
In my soul, and now I’m tired of being mired in such insane
And senseless pursuits that really suit no person, even me;
It’s like chasing the wind, running round every single bend,
Breaking my fragile heart, which not one of these could mend
Or even all of them taken together like one solitary feather;
But I hear the Voice that calls from the halls of my spirit,
And I realize that I’ve been unwise, creating my own demise;
Yet the Voice still beckons ‘n means to reckon with this man;
Ah! And so I turn one more time to hear this still, soft chime,
And will I need turn again or, perhaps, I’m done with turning
Even as I feel the smile and hear, ‘Come and welcome home.’

Write

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From your crying and weeping and all your silent keeping,
From your joy and laughter and thereafter miles of smiles,
From your lashing and thrashing and still-soul crashing,
From your trials, stockpiles of pain, and bile in your throat,
From your hopes and dreams and all your sky-high dreams,
From your strength and weakness, your pride and meekness…
Write.

If you are a writer … then write!

The One: Light in the Shadows

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You, yes You … the One standing in the Shadows;
Your gaze flows out and around to where I’m bound,
And yet without sound, silence so loud that You
Overcome the overcrowded cacophony quite audibly;
Waiting, not baiting me … just waiting patiently
For me to be and to become the someone I was ever
Meant to be for the world to see; did I understand?
Oh, I had my demands and commands to the world,
Expecting You to bless, but You did not reprimand;
No, I did not understand…
Transcendent and immanent, high and low, powerful
Yet so weak and meek: Every single blow to creation
And every devastation shows in Your face so laced
With pain and suffering, yet differing, wondering,
Puzzling and even somehow strangely comforting…
Out from the Shadows…
You, yes You, have been waiting, not baiting me;
You, enwrapping the whole of the Cosmos, yet closer
To me than my very breath, Life above, beyond death;
And so now I walk, no talk, to the place You stand,
Your gaze my only command, Your hand an invitation
To the deep sensation of bright Light in the Shadows;
For what more could I ask than to bask in Your love
From above? To be reborn after being so terribly torn?

You, yes You … the One standing in the Shadows…

The Prodigal

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Yeah, I remember that day, the day I turned and walked away;
And did I even say goodbye or just fly out into the unknown?
Yeah, it was great for awhile, but I had no mate; I was alone
And eventually chilled to the bone, just like dead cold stone;
Did I hear you calling me back from falling into my own pit?
Ah! but I refused to listen, confused by my own damn idea
Of some great panacea that only proved to be a real sick kick!
But you never took your eyes off of me; you could always see,
And you kept calling while I was curled in the corner balling;
So now will this prodigal return or continue to burn inside
Of himself, where he’s pressed to abide? But you do not chide;
Sweetly, softly, your voice neatly flows in the cool breeze…
It’s been so long since I’ve known what it means to belong,
To be held in your arms, protected from all harms and alarms;
But will I wait at your gate or enter your chamber so great?
Will I, the prodigal, come home to you?
Ah! you knew … you knew, didn’t you?

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