Kola

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.   1 Corinthians 13:4-7

I watch you blossom,

I hear the joy in your voice,

I see the happiness on your face,

I feel the peace inside your heart;

my beautiful desert flower,

my warm, sweet dream,

my refuge within the storm,

my last pure thought;

you are my friend,

I love you unconditionally,

I love you completely,

I always have,

I always will.

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holding on

we hold on

to moments;

seconds,

minutes,

hours,

days,

years;

forever;

the light burns low,

dignity all that is left,

love the final offering;

in the end,

triumphing over all.

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Stolen Ground

Kolas, your ways are not my ways, but together we must find a way, together we must walk the red road.

Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one’s life for one’s friends.   John 15:13

I have tasted heights so high,

swam depths so deep,

touching things along the way

which were never mine to keep,

traveling beyond all there

was to know,

yet still there is more,

so much more to go;

confusion and sorrow color

these early morning skies,

answers lie hidden

among alternatives and

cascading lies,

places once called home

crumble into the far-off fading light,

faces once called friends

disappear into the approaching black

of this forever growing night;

take my hand,

lead me from this land,

hear my voice,

help me make a stand;

darkness grows above,

storms rise from below,

over-fed pretenders

prepare for the final show,

in this never ending battle

which can never be won,

raging just beyond

all that can be overcome;

into the nighttime void a

whisper does sound,

shadows of tomorrow looming large

across this stolen ground,

mistakes of yesterday forever lost,

innocent blood shed,

freedom at such a staggering cost;

take my hand,

lead me from this land,

hear my voice,

help me make a stand.

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The Day is Near

what can be said,

that has not been said before?

facts change,

words rearrange,

details differ,

but at the end of the day,

there is nothing new under the sun,

we are still just a heartbeat away

from forever,

we are still only a mixture

of vanity and vexation;

this life fades like the morning dew,

evaporating into vapor,

forever lost,

eternally gone;

all the dreams and fantasies,

all the longing and sadness,

all the hopes and fears,

remain the same,

in spite of technology and toys,

despite self-imposed indignity,

we anesthetize and tranquilize

feelings and thoughts,

with pompous litanies of monumental self-worth,

and maniacal delusions of grandeur;

I am waiting,

I am ready,

the time is coming,

the day is near;

do not weep for the darkness,

it passes like the night,

fleeing without sound or sorrow,

leaving neither fear nor reservation,

filling the void with the terribleness

of its forsaken sadness and tears,

holding on,

waiting for the dawn;

just one more time,

just one more dream,

just one more step,

just one more breath;

I am waiting,

I am ready,

the time is coming,

the day is near.

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All There Is

“You do not want to leave too, do you?” Jesus asked the Twelve. Simon Peter answered him, “Lord, to whom shall we go? You have the words of eternal life. We have come to believe and to know that you are the Holy One of God.” Then Jesus replied, “Have I not chosen you, the Twelve? Yet one of you is a devil!” (He meant Judas, the son of Simon Iscariot, who, though one of the Twelve, was later to betray him.)   John 6:67-71

Jesus answered, “I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me. If you really know me, you will know my Father as well. From now on, you do know him and have seen him.”   John 14:6-7

I turn to You,

because You are all there is,

You alone have the truth,

You alone have the light;

everything fades

but You;

money,

objects,

security,

flesh,

cars,

homes,

mothers,

fathers,

brothers,

sisters,

sadness,

sorrow,

happiness,

joy,

buddha,

mohammed,

vishnu;

all the man-made gods and truths,

everything but You;

You alone have the words of eternal life,

You alone offer the hope of something more,

You alone speak truth, in a world of illusion and lies,

You alone are the way to the Father,

You alone took the burden of our sins upon Yourself,

You alone died that all might live,

You alone rose from the dead;

You alone are all there is.

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waiting for the crossing

I have been to this place before,

only to turn and run,

back to the comfort

of that

which is known;

not this time;

somehow I have to survive,

somehow I have to find

a way,

or die here in the darkness

of a forgotten land;

apologies

will never be enough;

standing at the border,

waiting for the crossing,

is the hardest thing

in life

you will ever have to do,

behind you is comfort

and that which you have

always known;

ahead;

nothing

but sadness and pain,

but still you go,

even though

you wish

it were not

so.

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A Draw

sometimes it is so close,

you can almost reach out and touch it,

as you feel it’s familiar scent floating on the breeze,

closing your eyes and tasting it in the air,

passing through your lungs;

just one long lonely cry away;

but then other times,

it is so very far,

you’re not even sure

it was ever there

at all;

today I felt her sadness,

it touched me deep inside,

and there was little I could do

to make it go away,

there’s just no room left,

the space that was once here,

has all been filled by another,

but still there are the memories,

sweet precious moments,

when we came close;

I shape shifted for her,

she likes it when I do that,

because then she can be who she really is,

without guilt or shame,

without expectations or explanations,

it made the pain just a little less,

but it made the gap just a little greater,

so all in all;

I’d say it was draw.

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