What the Ancients Were Commended ForFavor and fortune and falling for lies,All the "good things" I'm supposed to despise.Ignore all the things that I ever have learned,Trusting my treasure is unseen but earned,Hoping despite all the times I've been burned.Facts seem to say it may never be mine.A little impatient - I'll give it more time.If only I knew, for certain, for sure,That things would get better, that I would endure...Here is a symptom that works as a cure.
Shh.Breathe.Be quiet, and breathe.And in the silence, listenTo the whispers of the windThrough leaves.They speak the name ofA CaretakerWho looks upon each branch with favor.Breathe.Be quiet. Just be.And in the stillness, searchFor words inscribed in tiny lightsAbove the earth.They spell the name ofA CreatorWho spoke to make the whole of nature.Breathe.Be quiet. Believe.And in the moment, findThat peace that stills your soulAnd mind.You know the name ofA SaviorWhose loving kindness does not waver.
Pros Ton TheonIt's so hard to pen a simple song of praise.What can I say that hasn't been said a thousand different ways?All the songs that came before have rendered your wonders trite.So what can I say that would really express the way I feel tonight?Watching the storm I'm filled with a sense of... something, hard to explain...But still I feel compelled to say I see your beauty in the rain.All the words I like have lost their meaning through the years.Perhaps that's why I sometimes stop and worship you with tears.Tonight the earth is just like me, the raindrops as a song.All the words I've heard before. Tonight I sing along.
Snapshot of an EmotionOh Lazarus, LazarusI'm in agony, LazarusAnd it burns me more to see youAs I know that you can't reachBut I wish that you could onlyStretch an arm across this chasmTouch my tongue and give me peaceYet this gulf is fixed and endlessNo, this thirst is wholly hopelessFor neither you nor I can crossTo the other sideof this couch
It's All Here SomewhereYou make me wish I had saved my poemsAnd paintings, the pieces of my psycheThat made me who I was and half remember how to be,That I could show you how much betterHow much fuller I can liveAnd convince you that, together,We could find my way again.