Cold Stones, Clear Water, Dusty-blue wintery skies. Warm bones, Son or Daughter, voice in side reduces you in size. Hallowed name, and baited breath, with every fiber you’ve got. Sans blame, escaping death, with perfect blood we’ve been bought.

Pine and harbor, morning fog, sits one half mile out to sea. Fine of faith and ardor, no miry bog, resists my desire to be free. Bleached white, fire at night, baptized in spiritual flame. No two the same, loved before sight, Saved by His wonderful Name.

So Near to Me

Come a little closer so that you’re all that I can see.

Captured in the moment I can only say.

Leave it all behind me cause you wanted it that way.

Storm’s Frost, nothing’s lost. Dressed to meet the courier. Standing attendant to the King. Stammered thought, sit still we were taught. Damaged in no measure. Too small to understand. What had been planned leading us to ought.

Casually demanding too perfect for the Queen. Seldom scene alarming, superficially disarming. Pride to rest, untamed by clarity’s calm. Sweetly humming psalm, palm to chin, tears be caught, gathering so deeply the reasons that we fought.