RMC

Lord the grip of my sanity
will be but brief brevity
of a breath that is eclipsed
by your sweet words of levity.

I don’t want close ties to lie
about things that sting in tune
with the harshness in their heart
it stings far too soon.

Soften the eyes a bit so I can
stand more than I comprehend
as the hurt I hope soon
finds an abrupt but hopeful end.

I love the exchange and joy
of being me so I can try to see
this gift you give to me,
your time, patience and energy.

Sync this felt svelt belt tie up
the endless fails when we fill God’s cup,
when we ask are we lost to creation
and our hearts aren’t enough.

I need you here in this dark hole,
that dives deep inside my soul;
Lord I want sometimes death for
my heart that has so much control.

I feel I die slowly everyday,
come one and all and see the play.
For gone tomorrow it will be
as the dawn closes out the day.