These days have been too full of wordless thoughts,
Which draw their character from shade and hue
Instead of outlined characters and plots
Or even all the forms I thought I knew.
I’ve not come close at all to processing
If images are worth a thousand words.
All I have done is let the losses ring
In utter void, in silences unheard.
I cannot write if all I have is sight.
Without the struggle what would our faith be?
If we have ceased to fight, then we have said
There is no substance worth the flowing sea
Of tears and blood our wrestling has shed.
But just because the foes we grapple with
Are incorporeal, it does not mean
That they are made up and do not exist.
In all our loneliness and questioning,
Our state of dearth helps realize His worth.
My thoughts of you have not been so acute
These days, the nights not quite so chilly that
My latent loneliness can wrap its root,
Immobilize my heart and knock me flat
And supine, pining for a destiny
That was not ours to harvest nor to sow.
I miss you fondly, but with clarity,
Since now you've secrets that I do not know:
Those burdens now released, I find my peace.
Your boat is gone, it sailed off long ago,
And left a stream of petals in its wake:
Your signature, the rose. And so I row
Away. But worry not, I do not ache
For past days anymore. The songs we played
I still retain, but nobler themes await
As new light ends the movements of the shade,
And with them, all their wounds and burdened weight.
It's not an end to know you as my friend.
We stood outside, awaiting the convergence
of three paths: one of blood and one of fullness,
One of shadow's ebb and light's emergence.
But dark clouds from the dying day brought dullness
And masked the celebrated rise despite
Our table, decked with all the fruits of harvest.
The timing and direction beyond our sight,
Still we had a love feast to digest.
Though past control, we finished healed and whole.
Too long this summer passes: All those hues
that on first glance were vibrant to the eye
are muted now, but still I cannot choose,
I cannot comprehend the reason why.
Perhaps too bright they shone, and then refused
My reeling mind to grasp their blinding shine.
Or time has cast its nightfall on my view,
And darkened all I thought I could define.
This mind is far from full, and far too dull.
There is no corner where you cannot hear
The calling of the stars from where they shine.
Their beauty reaches lightyears, even here,
For all to trace transparently with lines.
And thought their language transcends continents,
I do believe that in the light divine
They can be viewed with further confidence
Toward Him who holds the galaxy's design,
Their speaking poured to glorify the Lord.
There's something in the fragrance of a rose
And in the morning freshness of the beach:
When Christ's love in our lives then overflows,
We learn more than we'd ever hoped to teach.
We could be in the frenzy of a game,
There in the quiet of a homebound ride,
But nothing makes me think more than your name,
For what it means to me, to wait and bide—
So much to say, and still much more to pray.
So much to say, and still much more to pray,
So much to hope for in this time of testing.
It might be agony to simply stay
And keep these deep emotions still from cresting,
But here's the prayer I lift up without cease:
That every path we walk would still align,
That I would see your heart of love increase
In every way, in unison with mine.
In everything, let Christ rule as our King.
For what it means to me, to wait and bide,
I'll tell you at the end of longer days,
When seasons pass so smooth they seem to slide
From green to gold, from dusk to morning haze.
I'll hike for leagues if it means I might see
Our paths converge and never break in twain.
And through the cover of the dappled trees,
I see your shape, and call to you again:
You'll be my choice as long as I have voice.