I cannot bear
another fallow season
–won’t roots crack?
–just grow or die?
How much life must sprout beneath
before the flower shows?
The seed disappears….where does it go?
How long…
The people go hungry and search for fruit
I dedicated my life to you, (and
for this very reason).
How is it that all I’ve seemed to do
is disappear
to grow underneath, cold & alone
I know that I have trusted you.
Forget my plans; they’ve long since gone
But for Your Name’s Sake, Lord
move me on
3/10/11
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About six months ago, we went through a pretty terrible transition. The outcome was good, but the process was hard. Our lives were in disarray, but somehow I must have sat down to write this in a journal. I don’t regularly write like this anymore, really. And I don’t find the following of my thoughts as much of a treasure like I used to. Much safer to take my thoughts captive to the things that are true! I don’t consider myself any less of a writer for it. I just use stronger materials for building, I guess. I published a book of poetry with my first album in 2005, and I’d like to always publish something to go with the music I create; it seems to reflect the songs better as well–to keep them with their companion-thoughts. It would definitely be very little poetry. It would, however, most likely contain something like this.
