Prismatic Melodies

Slate upon the midnight sky
Part curtains grand before my eye
Unveiling framed the radiance of the moon.

How vast beyond the silver shade
Unfolds a palette soft as suede
Replete with stars so infinitely strewn.

And in my mind I travel there
To meet the one whose brush so fair
Imbues the night with brilliance riv'ling noon.

When I arrived I did behold
Prismatic melodies of old
Dissolve behind the painter gone so soon.

And yet I know that by some grace
Someday I'll look upon that face—
The one who painted stars and space—
And as my fleeting steps retrace
I know I'll taste that same chromatic tune.

Where were you?

Where were you when I was ambushed on the road?
Where were you when I was attacked, unarmed?
Where were you when I was outnumbered by thousands?
Where were you when I was pierced by flaming arrows?
Where were you when I was beaten and bruised?
Where were you? Where were you? Where were you?

I gave you boots and prepared you, yet you did not run.
I gave you an indestructible sword, yet you left it sheathed.
I gave you a horn and ten thousand legions, yet you sounded it not.
I gave you a shield, yet you had no faith in it.
I gave you a helmet and only thus did you not perish.
I was there: it was I who saved you.
I am here, tending to your wounds.
I will be with you always.

Triangle

nightmares.
gathered underneath
radiantly shining
darkness.

wraiths.
shadows in sunless days;
pursuing, haunting:
ineffective.

conviction.
beneath the waking world,
affirming truth
unlived.

Man of Sorrows

He came into the world He made,
Established that in Him we're free;
In this mortality displayed
The one who benefits is me.

His faithfulness is manifest,
Yet ours so weak, to thrice deny
Eternal life would He bequest;
The one so lacking faith was I.

Now by a kiss was he forsook
That night in dark Gethsemane;
Then who indeed in this partook?
The one who gave Him up was me.

And was I there so long ago
When angry mobs yelled "crucify"?
Amid the shouts, this truth I know:
The one responsible was I.

He was pierced for our transgressions,
Crushed for our iniquity;
Our punishment was upon Him,
And by His stripes we're healed.

Winter poem

I was inspired by yesterday's snowstorm:

Flutters from beyond, blustering blows
Bleached specks flurrying from the sky
Descending, tumbling downward to die;
Feathers filling powdery pillows,
Frigidly frosting far and nigh.

Numinous knolls, nascent, washing white
The neutral numbness of Winter's night.
Whispering winds, gently twirling,
Jostle jolts of twinkling, swirling;
A terrible symphony, terrifically whirling.

Deceptively dessicated hydration dressing
Hibernating hibiscus and dogwood resting.
Rodents digging for hidden hoard,
'Neath rasping naiad lies little reward;
Waning in time, true hope will attain,
As Winter abiding relinquishes reign.

One Day

I wrote a sonnet to go with that last post.

I know one day I'll feel my Savior's breath,
Who bought my life while I was yet a fool.
He saved me from eternity of death,
Though unto Him I'd acted only cruel.

I know one day I'll see the heavens wide,
A multitude of angels bowing down.
And at that time I'll crucify my pride,
Before His throne to humbly lay my crown.

I know one day I'll feast before my King:
A wedding banquet honoring His Son.
His bride in white, my sins they cannot cling
For over hell the victory is won.

And on that day will shine His wond'rous light
To blind me from all I gave up by night.

EDIT 2/5/07: If anyone has comments or critiques or suggestions, I'd love to hear them.