The Call to Love.

Once I wondered what meaning
my life would hold.

In the dark spaces behind my eyes
I heard the call to love.

An angel walked into my life
and taught me how to live in the light
of that love.

She sought only to share her love
with me; to walk this path with me,
to be in love with me.

That call to love drew me out of my shell
and is that which
undresses me before you.

Not being afraid to love
is freedom.

Love is perfect;
Only it's expression
is subject
to the flowing tides of circumstance.

I cannot own that which you bring to me;
only that which I share with you.

Choose to love that you might be free.

The Secret Closely Guarded

Widows weep for memories
that will not keep them warm.

Children cry from injuries
of the spirit of which they are born.

In the arms of truth, sheltered
by loves' embrace; lonely is the innocent
that longs for just a taste.

The bitter smell of abstinence.
The sight of a passing chance.
Never hearing the melody or the
heat of a first slow dance.

One day two roads may call to us
asking for the right. A solitary apple
hangs waiting for a bite.

The truth that we take stock of matters little in the end,
for the secret closely guarded is the willingness to merely begin.

Hearts open to other open hearts.
Love is the power that makes us lovable.

Share your hurts that you might be strong.
Strength is work through tears and pain.
Love is God's own voice speaking from His place in
your heart.

Love that you shall hear God's voice.

God grants that we
his children have all that we need.

In the turmoil that a freed will inspires
we sometime lose our way.

Crashing head first into the walls
in our lives we stagger bloodied and
confused from relationship to relationship.

Confused about love the meaning of life becomes
clouded and dark.

In silent prayer
amid the hushed tones inside your heart
the reason, the love and the answer.

Love draws two baths.

Bubbles float gently off the warm rising water.
Rising steadily amidst the churning ripples of the ever changing tide
the comforting caress of nature lulls one into peacefulness.

The rising flow is choked off and the water grows cool.
Sitting in the lukewarm residue of a once warm bath is
like romance left to fend for itself.

All my tears
without resolution

Gray, pallid, stillness
looming like death.

How long is long enough?
How many moments must I waste?
All I have ever known is what I fear.

My very freedom
a curse.

While the banner I wave is heavy;
I am propelled by it's weight alone.

Other's have thread this needle.
Still unsure I waver as the moment
passes.

What magic will it take to pull me through to the light?

Always asking why not me?
Victory hidden in the shade.