Always

Every year, 

One adds on. 

Getting old, maturing, growing up, 

A priviledge denied to crowds, 

Which I welcome with open arms, 

Calling life to fill me.

May mine be useful, 

Lightening the burden of many

Dressing the wounds of others. 

May my home be made of 

A table, 

A pot

And many chairs around, 

Welcoming to all.

May they come in to find

Grace, Forgiveness

Love and humour. 

May they recover their desire to live, 

When they will know themselves to be loveable

And loved. 

I have a whole life ahead of me, 

Or so it seems. 

It isn't mine to hold. 

It embraces my dreams, 

But it shall embrace, forever more, 

The broken hearts, the closed off ones, 

Who do not dare to live any longer. 

May my eyes brush the dry skin, 

Meet the lowered glance, 

The tainted eye, 

The troubled mind.

I wish to give who I am

To those who have nothing, 

Who were never told

They were worth something.

May the love rooted in my heart, 

The unconditionnal affection I was given, 

Be the fuel I run on, 

To find the outcast and the lost. 

My life is ahead of me, 

Lord let me say, 

On the day it withers, 

I gave, plenty, 

I received, plenty more, 

I lived under the heavens, 

Today I journey home, 

With a spirit filled with memories, 

Of hopes regained, 

That I could bless,

The ones we had forgotten. 

Low.

I am in a garden, 

I stand, underserving, broken even.

Rotten by greed, whithering hope.

I have questions burning my mind, 

Doubts and fears piercing my heart.

I stand in a garden, 

Pondering on my loweliness. 

In this garden, 

He stands.

Pierced hands, 

Wounded feet and side.

He stands.

Taller than me, 

Purely holy.

He has known grief and seperation, 

Violence and betrayal.

Still He stands, 

With love blazing in his eyes.

Love for whom? Based on what? I ask. 

He extends his hands, pierced as I said.

He gives me his name and clothes me in his robe.

When the fabric touches my shoulders 

And his skin mine, 

My heart rips in two. 

It spills out the wonder of this outrageous Grace and love, 

Pouring over me freely.

There is nothing I can do to pay Him back, 

To make myself worthy of this Mercy.

It makes my soul uncomfortable, I wrestle.

I want to deserve it.

Worse.

I need to deserve it.

To save my pride and my flesh.

He says I'll lose it if I try to pay it.

That a loan it is not, 

A prize it can't be.

It is a gift, given for free, 

That shall be received or lost.

So I give in, I bow down.

I earned it not, I deserve nothing.

Yet He gave it all, that I might know Him.

Dawn and Dusk

We share light and dark.
We might disagree on some things.
There might be arguments at times.
But I know that what's in you is in me.

I wish to love with no agenda or expectations,
With no action plan to turn you into something you can't be.
I don't understand where you come from, or how you feel,
For I have never walked the walk in those shoes of yours.

The dark and light that burn in you,
Are in me too.
I come in love.
Love that is fierce and loyal.
Not self-interested.
Patience at its core.

I refuse to pick and chose where my compassion lies.
May my allegiance be to who needs me,
Whose heart I can mend,
Whose freedom I can help.

I will build places where you
Are free to dwell.
It might take long,
For I only have two hands.
Not much more to give than my
Loyalty,
Not much more to pledge than my
Fidelity.

I'd rather be known for loving too much
And putting people before rules,
Than for letting the letter,
Burn its lines so deep in my soul
That I forget that
You and I
We share
Dark and
Light.
That you are not I
Or I you
But we claim
Humanity
Depth
Vulnerability
So much more.

I share the light and the dark
That dwell in your soul
They roam in my heart.
We are sons and daugthers of the Day.
Not always worthy, or pure,
But We are trying.

The light and dark in your soul
I know them too.

Dwelling on Heaven

Heaven.
What if Heaven was beautiful?
Raising hands in worship a constant choice,
Singing praises a natural flow?
What if Heaven isn't about a crowd glorifying a divinity,
But about a Father and His children loving one another?

I've wondered and pondered on Heaven,
Fretting at the thought of a mold I would have to fit in,
A personality I would leave at the door and
My sincerity that would be no more.

Heaven can't be grey or ruled like a prison.
Heaven can't be lifeless, veiled with dullness.
Heaven cannot be worse than this Earth.

Heaven has to be...
Good.

Saved by Grace, this I know.
I shall enter the heavenly place
Feel the magnificence of His mercy
Know that my presence there is undeserved
But desired and free.

See His face,
Hear His voice,
Meet the One
My soul loves.

To be in love for Eternity.
To be loved forever.

When He'll call my name,
I will run, astonished that He would chose me
And transported by this reality.
When He'll call my name,
What joy and wonder shall fill me.

For I will come face to face
With the One I don't deserve
But receive fully.

I love Him in part,
I see Him a little,
I hear Him at times,

I will
Love,
See and
Hear
Fully then.

Heaven is a place of Love,
When Soul and Maker meet,
To never part again.