My friend, for the weeks
for the countless daze
when we brushed our cheeks against friendship’s face
I will write you these pages
I will bleed these words- spoke a hundred times,
but never really heard
You see, to hear a truth is not just to taste
You can’t sample a crumb, and the rest you waste
when you really believe
and concieve the light God sends your way-
you know it well; it was the one you’ve been asking for, seeking for these past years
you asked, and yet do not accept the answer
you cannot eat and not act, the feast shall rot inside of you if the word remains dormant at your feet
You must swallow it raw to bring about a change
and I’m here, always was
I never went, walked or flew away on wings of complacent heart
or uncaring winds
but the truth of the matter is that you’re running scared.
Yes, you hear me right, brother.
You’re running hard
Like a criminal dashes
with the law on his heels
you run from the syllable that you most need
moving up and down your spine
you can’t sit still or simply take the time
I just wonder what will happen when you run out of time; that time you never took. What then?
Do you not see? I ache more for you and will the drawing of your first breath than
you ever could
I just wonder when you’ll sit and listen
and trully hear
or is disaster alone what will make your knee-caps drop to the floor
There, on your face, like a true Disciple
you plead and pray
But come and see the cycle!
How can he be heard or get a single word in
if you’re too busy doing his job for Him?
Where did the humble spirit go? Where did the truth-hunger vanish?
Make room, make room
He will not share the throne with you
you know this.
He doesn’t do half-way, and you will never trully call him King
if you don’t reliquish your cold, icy grip on the crown
and if your ego stays
Must that Beast of Pride and Ego guard your gates?
You think you keep your enemies out, while you really rot away on the inside of those walls
no security, only isolation
when did you exchange the real for the amateur
the true for the fake
the pure for the imitation
have shadows given you so much light you would chase them to the ends of yourself?
have beautiful lies given you such comfort you would build your house on their foundation?
you have gone after empty words and useless sayings
willl you not go after true wisdom once more?
let their resemblance remain untouched by your eyes
let their imitations lay unknown by your ears
Will you not cry out to Him
not like an angry man, but like a hungry child?
Like a clam, clamped shut, till the outside’s polished and the inside wastes
don’t fall into arms
No, because it’s not as if that’s what you need
Those who cloud your mind you call friends, those who lead you astray you call your family
Do you call this living or your good luck charms?
My friend, my friend, do not die before your time
Will you not call the name you do not know
and utter the words of your prayers as if for the first time
only this time, to mean them
His arms are not like your mind
they remain open
and his heart is not like your love
it remains alive and warm
and beating louder than the drums of your empty march
Stop calling what is His word ‘poetry’
and stop calling his commands ‘friendly advice’
His messengers have turned away from your door
unheard and your heart untamed
His life is not a lifestyle, nor is his help suggestions
Why do you fight for a freedom already given you
and a choice already granted you
stop playing the rebel and face the warrior which you were meant to be
there is no need to stand for your rights
they are yours
although they were never rights, but gifts
enough with decoy plans and dreams that are little more than fantasies
enough with hiding
he meets you not on a battle field
but in a garden
not with the law, nor with lawlessness will he lead you into a kingdom you have not even tasted the seed of
but allow him, in this garden, to plant in you a world you will erupt into
No longer a copy you shall be
but an original image of him
Lay down the rocks and take up the sword
forget your pride and take up honour
bow low to stand tall