Crossroads

God, sometimes you are just so mysterious!
Now is one of those times. So many options.
I feel my desperation; I ache.
I sit and wonder when will HE arrive.
What am I to do now?
You say faith is believing without seeing,
Trust, simply put.
And, I've come to a point in my life
Where I must walk, a bit blindly, onward
Knowing that You will meet my pain and wonder
With good, with hope, with strength,
With exactly what I need and many of my wants.
And so, I await your direction, your divine provision.
Perhaps I will stay in Betel or journey to Spain.
Maybe my holy path will lead to Menno House.
Is my next direction San Fran or Hell's Kitchen?
I see not, but you will lead me.
And though this is a bit painful and sad to bear,
YOU WILL LEAD ME.
For there is no other help or hope but YOU.

Reflection of Dennis

Yes, my hands are hardened and black
callused from lonely hours in the sun and the work I did in my former days
Though your eyes will not venture to even dignify my presence now
My hands remind me of the wife I now hate,
she whom I cherished and so I became a slave
I toiled laboriously to provide for our six children
Three were miscarried, the other three have grown to disown me
I try and block them from my memories
And yet, the shadow I try to deny, bears flesh
when gentle babe are present
We embrace in fatherly touch, breathing cryogenic life into memories I froze,
chose to not kill and untruthfully "deal with" later
Monk battling languages in France, foolhardy youth,
eventually I came to you in America
You became mine ... AND now ... I hate you for it
The bitter wine I drank from your cup led me
to liquor of a different taste, sweet for a time
You'll never read this, so I have no shame
in admitting that you are the last woman I will be with,
the last one I'll pour the depths of my heart into
You have stolen from me
Therefore my course is to rob humanity of my affection
I will keep it all for myself now because of spite
Perhaps I will die the bitter man that I am now soon
If that be my fate, I die fairly judged

Dream Killer

Disappointment sets in
Death of my dream
My Isaac finally killed upon the altar
Take me out of this dark pit
Give me wings to rise
Let victory be at hand