The procurement of allurement…
Concealed within a thought.
A want- a jaunt- a mystery
Between all of which is caught

This choice, and wielding
Whispered voice
We wait
This night
For words to tread
The uncertainty
We write.

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There is a wind borne on naught but stillness;
I am obsessed, with something like a sigh.

Being full of want, yet fraught with Another’s will is
A foreign thing, just like this starlit sky.

 

 

To want to and to want, 

and to …give it all away?

Better than a banker’s vault

-better than today,

Hope 

Engraved on hearts of flesh,

a life that can’t… 

help. but. say.

Though He slay me…

I will-

I will trust Him, 

anyway.

“Trust Him, for what? 

We’ll be dead and gone,”

I said,

“-Dirt don’t sing no 

worship song.”

But seeds, they die,

and crops they grow.

Much fruit comes from

those. who. know…

That life’s not all ’bout living

and death’s not all about ends.

“In Him was life,”

I said,

“-In Him was Life…

And this Life was 

the 

Light. of. men.”

Chill. True. Sweet.

“I won’t find what I am looking for
If I only “see” by keeping score
‘Cuz I know now You are so much more than arithmetic.

‘Cuz if I add, if I subtract
If I give it all, try to take some back
I’ve forgotten the freedom that comes from the fact
That You are the sum,
So You are the one
I want.”

Live life like a thankYou!

Keep Smyling

-MAC <>< = )

A Chariot… And For What?

October 7, 2010

I chased those clouds

Of loneliness,

And in a fit

Of selfishness

I built a chariot of words

In which I rode to woo,

With which I also rode to break,

The heart of

The very-same

Him

Who…

Gave His son to death,

for me.

Breath is taken when I look back

and see…

As tears of spirit fall

From eyes of knowing grief,

I beg my God -my Father-

“Help my unbelief!”

Knowing that is only half,

Knowing that knowing isn’t all I need.

My will -oh feeble, slic-ed man!

My will, God, must be freed.

My chains have fallen,

But oh how often

I pick them up,

-and what? to see

How nice they look

All tripping me?

Be the bridge,

Move these legs,

Be my want,

Grow

Your hedge

Around my heart,

Against those lies.

Be my vision.

Through these eyes,

Oh- to ever-see

Through the mystery,

To walk with You in my heart!

So many a word,

That I know You’ve heard,

Now I’m asking, can we start?

Want…

December 31, 2009

“I came to the end of myself I suppose.”

 “A man can be whatever he wants… you said.”

“I’m sorry. I thought it was true.”

 “A man can do whatever he wants. You said!”

“He can… but he can’t WANT what he wants…”