Jubilation

The Mockingbird stands upon a tree, composing a song of love a song of fury. He sings, "praise to the God who sits on High!" He shouts, "praise to Him who pours the weight of mercy, from above the sky!" He knows You are a burning blaze-clothed with men's wonders, fear, and praise. The Mockingbird sings louder, again and again! He sings in the grace with which he first began.

Candle Wax

No more! I said no more!
No more melting wax when the day is done.
No more a bowed head and crushed will at sunset.
No more an acquaintance of the void in the middle of the night.
No more a soul hiding in the dark with only the profound nothingness [of what is not] to guide him.
Daylight, do not forget to shine.
Touch the ends of your earth with mercy and grace.
By this, the people of darkness have been given a great light. Touch those who have fallen within the cracks of society with your warmth and heal those whose heart is full of longing and emptiness.

My eyes fail when waiting for Your promise.
Have mercy on Your servant according to Your word.
Tend to me Lord, as a man tending his inheritance,
and remember to give me grace.

Covenant

I stand alone on the top of my roof, my eyes are fixed on the trees,
as though I might be granted the grace to become one of them.
For truly, the lights from the floor of heaven look down upon humanity.
They look, but are not seen. They are numerous, but forgotten.
Because man has not the will or strength to open his eyes.
In his desire to own everything, man has refused to see the fullness of grace written around him. Our shame is always before You, yet always we are held in Your eyes. Always, You remain patient bearing our ignorance in silent solemnity. You faithfully shield Your remnant people in the covenant of eternal love. Thank You.

In Cruce Salus

I hear the call and do not speak;
whispering (battering) upon a soul dark and bleak.
I hear a voice from behind telling me that here, in the way
of the valley, I have been appointed to walk upon the sharpest peak.
Appointed for the journey - the treasure of great price, to seek.
Search me Jesus and test this way;
see that it is true.
And to the one who decides to stay
grant the only protection of knowing You.
[And all-the -while]
Burn my intents to the ground!
Burn them all! Burn them all!
No matter how gloriously profound!
No matter how pridefully small!
Fire of Your Eyes take them, take them all!
Burn thoroughly in me who watches them fall!
Because I consider this an insignificant loss if by it I may know Your grace!
So may I be Yours this day,
because here I will to stay,
and while here and while away,
because of this,
because of You,
a man of spirit, a man of clay.