Suns of the Son

The motion of the sea reflects the power and lack of forgiveness that the sky reveals to us
Incapacitating beholders, whether it is known or not
The sudden realization that we are made of the same in that which we lay on
That all the suns we see, hold the same atoms, marked no differently from our own
Shining bright for thirsty hearts to see
To think this would bring one back to humanity and what we have left would be a natural assumption
Except we define being human as what is best for ourselves, defined as power, money, and murder
Not the same rays of light casting down on us, it is what we have created out of it, when all we see is too much for hurting hearts to bare

So … Give me Christ; so that He may pour out His own,
over and over and over
Only to be empty of myself when twilight comes
Give me the sea, the mountains, the rivers, the valleys of life
Only to be humble in my hide in comparison to His greatness
Give me Abba love, day in, day out, to fill me because no one else will or can
Only to prove the glory the Son beholds for us all

Names

I have a seed as my baring; this will separate me from the thought of what I am
I will not be the judger, no power will bring down a wrath of love that I can not call my own
A divine interaction of seen and not seen, of what you think you see and what you actually feel

This is what we call war

What we see is the manifestation of human conceit wrapped in a name that carries no weight but something for us to belong to, no matter whose name it brings down in the mean time
We are going to be the ones bringing us all to our end

I will stand strong carrying a light embedded in me, because I see it too
Open eyes that will remain infected, because I feel it so

The best of Three Lettered Words

My eyes, they burn a light reflecting precisions and finalize
They have been submersed so much, held so tightly to measuring heights
When I say I am free, you know it’s coming down like rays
Freedom has taken manifestation inside the lids of my shelter,
No closed eyes can hide you from this detonation

My poor pelt has been stifled and saturated
I came up for the greatest inhaling of all life could offer,
No dust, no pollen could fill these lungs,
No false realties, no confining lies can hide you from this ignition

And that which melts off you is much greater than I had thought
Holding the purest of reflections, the sun shines through your glass eyes

My lungs, they are filled with the greatest of breathes
The taste of appeal follows down every inch of liberating air
I’d breathe you in again
No plastic trees can still the life in that lets me just exist,
Nor will it ever steal the purest of air I breathe.

Alleluia, I am alive, I am alive, and I am alive.

Dear Swallows

You marked yourself as a sailor
One for freedom from your land, one for fidelity to yourself

Travel another 50,000 waves and Ill see you in the bends
The reflections of the sea hold the shade of my eyes, and the depth of what I see

Once you cross the great line, what great things are you going to ride over?
Fixations that hold you back from what makes your heart burn deep

I’d like to burn deep enough to stop you in your tracks, to capture what is not so translucent in your bones

I can see the shine
I can see your shine

All the fractures that create you, construct luminosity for hungry eyes to see