Thought of Absurdity the fifty-twentieth-and-two

The Epigraph

Tired and pensive memory I've found.
Through the life of hidden thoughts and latent dreams.
Why have you whispered across the sea?
To such a confusing torrent, to this I'm bound.
Now, cease speaking so suddenly to me.

Hitherto the pasts unwind
always a broken, endless seam.
Two sentients live, break and bind.
Such a colourful dream.

Touch of Starlight

Your blue eyes bear a glint, a touch of starlight;
but now, your spirit lies in obscurity, resting in molten candlewax.
Time goes on in a linear motion, yet in you a thick shadow remains (everything is dimming).
Such a smile accompanied by kindly features, a painted face!
Now swells of distant colours a disarrayed, yet beautiful contortion of human grace.
Come to the Light, O you sinner and be redeemed.

Heart of hearts

You have looked upon Your servant's lowliness, seen him for what he really is, and then you chose to draw him to the covenant love at the cross of Jesus - I have been delivered from all my sin.
Thus, I became a servant of this Gospel by Your free gift of grace at work through the Power of the One who raised Jesus from the place of the dead. You spoke of a difficult Road to me then, and now You give me grace on it as I have begun to tread all the places of life grasping Your hand along the way.
I am not my own to live as I wish. Now by the out-pouring of Your life, You have graciously freed me from my choices, and so You have continued to love me despite my inconstant and wavering devotion. God of grace and truth, be glorified despite my weak efforts and ignorant choices! Protect me by the power of Your Name and so let me live, as many through the course of History, to raise up the knowledge of Christ in this world!
May my heart be always bound by vision of Jesus to the Everlasting Heart of hearts!

Nox

Oh you, Journeymen!
Beware of the tower's reign -
the fell voice and power's stain.

Ho! Journeymen, lift up your empty hearts!
Lift them high to the Eastern Light.
Hold out your hearts then fire touch,
and never more be lost from sight!

For though you have little, this act is much.
Now you have become a glimmer, a pale reflection in a world of night.
Hold fast, dear Journeymen, to the Eastern Light!

Fire

What is vast beyond beyond our human existence, but dances with our awareness?
What is it that binds itself in clarity to our wind, and presses us into the Kingdom of Light?
What is it that is so hidden by culture and social structure that only the most unaware, vagabond can percieve it? It takes us and binds us to the unseen in belief and deed. To the pure it is unmitigated, to the double minded it is an ancillary illusion. It leaves no room for comprimise or poor performance, it is the wound of righteousness that all the convicted possess. It alone testifies to our belief in Jesus.

Lord, be glorified.