Tuesday, January 22, 2013

It is Brave to Live (Job 3:11)

It is brave to live in darkness
To continue to breathe through the bullets
When twenty childish souls are silenced
It is brave to think
Tomorrow and tomorrow I shall arise
God willing, in the darkness
I will continue to serve
And some will wonder like Job
Why did I not die at birth?
Why come to this sad broken earth?
But there is bravery in the heart
Beating in the sludge of evil
In the trust of a good God
Who holds back the tremors from the garden
And in each laugh and lovely thought
There’s a bullet for the devil
Hoping to drag us to the hopeless mourning cry
Why did I not die?
At birth, like Job who saw despair’s edge
And lived
And breathed
And never cursed God in the darkness

Wednesday, January 9, 2013

The Four Little Strangers and How They Grew Apart

And they were four
Islands somehow
Accidentally family
And they ate silently
They were four
Strangers equally
Casually blood-tied
And the blood shed
Later brought to light
The imperfections
Ignored in anonymity
And when the bullet ripped through
The lives were open
Like blooms on distant islands
And Pangaea fell apart
In the days of Peleg.

Sorry so sad today, but I've been sitting on this one for over two years.