The Poet's blog: "Poetry"

There is a whisper in my ear,
it comes with the break of the early dawn.
When my mind and heart wavers
and in the wake of the day
my mind begins to frail and fade
I cry underneath the weight of it all
touching my heart amid these days of broken light.

My eyes,
they water with the saltiness that comes from Heaven's gate.
they hurt, aching in the wake of my nothingness.

I want
with both my heart and mind ,
body and soul
the days to be ripe and bright with the stance of the setting sun.
I want the evening to be long and laden with
Psalms of Eden.
And time
braced in complete surrender
to what God has given freely,
The Tree of Life.

That in it
I might find songs of songs
and surrender.

While knowing this,
I need a way;
a path that might get me there.
I need that soft and subtle voice to call me
by my name and carry me there
To that place
where I am steeped in that
that I cannot find.



C. S. Times