Close and Tight

Hold me close and hold me tight;

Be my comfort in the night.

Be the focus of my sight

And make me your most fierce delight.

Let our love ignite so bright,

Putting all our fears to flight.

Set this broken world aright

With passion’s never-ending might.

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My Next Design: Little Trip

Live not for Fear or in its grip;

Let Love guide this little trip.

The Sacred Path goes not through shame,

but calls and leads you Home by name.

Bring all your cracks and flaws to bear,

But not to judge, condemn, or wear.

For healing, let your scars be shown;

Look back and know how much you’ve grown.

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Of the Heart

With the ears of the heart,

Listen close! Listen close!

Hear the pain of the Other;

From judgment depart.

And with the heart’s eyes,

Can you see? Can you see?

How scars manifest

For to be recognized!

Let’s use the heart’s hands.

Could we heal? Could we heal?

Could we heal each wound

As each moment demands?

Oh, to live out of love!

Can we try? Can we try?

Is there hope that we’ll reach

The world we’re dreaming of?

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In Between

Find comfort in the In Between,

The Gray, the dreaded Middle Scene.

In a world of black and white,

As would-be martyrs seek a fight,

Take the third, less-traveled Way

And refuse their game to play.

This does not mean you do not choose.

With neutral stance, the “lessers” lose.

It simply means we pick our sides

Not based on what the world decides,

But based on love and what will will heal

And what will make the Kingdom real.

“They” would have us draw our lines

In ways that promote their designs.

How different would this wide world be

If we decided to break free?

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Silent Place

A silent place to calm my head,

Empty pews with nothing said.

The only light from votives bright,

That center me in thought tonight.

In silence, I can hear the sound

Of countless saints gathering ’round

And whispering into my ear

The Way I need to go from here.

I believe that quietude

Serves as a sort of “Spirit Food”

That nourishes our inward parts,

And brings new life into our hearts.

If ever things just get too loud,

Take a moment from the crowd

And let the silence speak to you,

And give you grace to make it through.

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