Vying for Control

In times of turmoil, confusion, and uncertainty,
It becomes ever so easy to turn to the mind and hit rewind;
Or, make the choice to intensify the ever-raging battle against time.
Control becomes the mental shovel used to dig deeper the hole of despair.
All the while, masquerading around with a callous belief that we do not care
But this, too, is a mental delusion reinforcing that our will is the final conclusion.

Working for Rest

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Free are those that find rest in glee.
Motion is the way to be.
Deriving comfort from continual busyness,
Perpetuating a cycle of familiar dizziness.
Resist the urge to sit still
Out of fear of missing our fill.
Leaving a craving for our next meal.
Though the motion of this cyclical wheel,
Fuels our striving toward a paradoxical ideal:
A simple wish to finally feel still.

Seizing Peace

Remember me when I have fallen.
Hear me as I’m calling.

Control this space to interject your grace,
For I desire to know your face.

Allow me to finish this race
while running the perfect pace.

Unshackle me from the weight of these bones,
Comfort me into embracing the unknown.

A Reflection of Perception

Kneel in a sacred bow.
Perplexed by pondering all the hows.
Forget your neighbors’ furrowed brow.
Let go of everything that is not now.
Allow the stillness of the present to endow.

To recognize –
To believe –
How do I quantify my relief?

Perceive and report requires me to convert;
But, how to convey,
using words to say,
the reality of my mind as I pray?

Reflecting Change

Discover what was written before the doors close once more.
Let all those frozen memories and hollow doubts sink and fall to the floor.
For what once lived is but a vapor.
A blip in the eye of our creator.

So, do not fear those shadows that try to speak your name.
Do not entertain them by playing in their games.
Rather, carry on as ceaseless ships,
Trekking lines in the sands of your wondrous trip.

Tastes of Grace

Rejoice in thy name and in the pleasure;
Deny thyself no more from the grandeur.
Allow yourself to play peacefully in this manger.

Drink from the spring within.
Reflect and let your soul sing.
Overflow with joy from grace;
But, what must I do to cope with this place?
Should I surrender myself and seek thy face;
Shall I quickly forget and walk at my own pace?

I am nothing without the gifts you bestow.
For what you are I cannot know;
And what you give is always right,
Even if it looks differently from my sight.
Being suspect to the illusions,
I humble myself to your conclusion.

Safer Places

Let no more demons in.
My inner gates lay overrun.
By the voices of my past.
Shadows stand in holy courts,
Leading my fellow thoughts toward deception.
As I stand in the middle now,
I see nothing but shallow ground.
Make me speak but a single sound.
May light break through to me again.
Touch me and help me to rise, my friend.
Dare you try and hide, once more.
Refrain from causing another uproar.
Grab those wings where angels play;
Let them seek me every day.
It is in this place I want to stay.

Facing the Storm

Keep me locked away –
Better yet?
I think I’ll pray:
Hallowed be thy name.
Help me as I change.
Please refrain from your wrath.
Am I still under attack?
Take these pieces and build a raft.
Sail away.
It will be okay.
Forgive my burden as I stay.
Remind me of your comfort.
Lest I suffer in vain.
Protect my temple from the deluge of rain.
Is happiness on the way?
I sway in this tumultuous wind.
Believe me when I say,
I am better off this way.