Monday, May 31, 2010

Paradise


The rainfall,
It's soon to begin,
Would you be at my beck and call,
If, like rain, I could sink beneath your skin?


Alone on this here island,
The trees swaying frantically,
Say you'll hold my hand,
As we stroll where the beach meets the sea—
Whatever you want to do, I'm sure, together, we can,
If you forsake that which inhibits & let your spirit linger free.


It's gotten dark,
The wind, knifing with saber's edge,
In the midst of the shadows that lurk,
To love and protect you is my eternal pledge.


Through the break, a faint light gleams upon your face,
We stop walking; you turn to me and say,
"From here to the distance, let us race,"
As though some voiceless decree stemmed from that very ray—
Surely from here to wherever your hale bounty I'll chase;
Lead me to your love, Dear, show me the way...


Rain has begun to cascade,
Whatever light that was,

Has further begun to fade,

While we, alow, celebrate simply because.



Again we stop, drenched, barefooted in the sand,

Looking at each other, we know,
The grains on the argentiferous shore, even,
Won't equate to the number of miles we ran,
On the crazy world below,
As, once more, we take each other's hand,
And I thumb a rain bead from your brow.


Come rain or shine, no matter where we go,
We'll always have shelter in each other's shadow...


You're beautiful in the mist,
Body glistening like the sun sparkles upon the bluest ocean—
Every pore begging for my kiss,
My only quandary not knowing where to begin,
It's hard to believe...
My star fell from the sky before I was able to make a wish,
And now I sing to her—to you my paean.


The rainfall,
It's about to end,

I will be at your beck and call,

For, like rain, I've sunken beneath your skin.



Though the storm is over,

The S.O.S. sent,
Let the helicopters above us hover,
As for my repeat transgressions I continuously repent...


(Let's stay in Paradise...forever.)


- Kevin B. Waring




Monday, May 17, 2010

Faith

I've never been lucky,
The beneficiary of good fortune,
But when things don't go my way,
I look to He...
Through whom I've already won.

It seems the light shines on everyone,
In every city,
Whether it be the moon or sun,
Neither of which has yet shone on me...
Yet I know another Son,
Who is the light and the way,
By whose hand I'm lifted from the depths of my depravity.

Buried beneath it all,
I am my own treasure;
Sometimes my own name I must call,
And rescue myself from misadventure;
I'll excavate the crawl space and once again stand tall,
Forsaking the pain that won't plague me anymore.

I've never been lucky,
The beneficiary of good fortune,
Impoverishment is a malady,
Away from which I've sought repeatedly to run,
But I must have faith in those things I cannot see,
Believing God will deliver me in the midst of my situation.

So I live...for a better tomorrow,
In spite of what I feel,
Now's not the time to consummate my sorrow,
But instead letting go thereof, allowing myself to finally heal,
Hope lives in He that is able,
Extending to the horizon, past the foothills;
Before He can take control, you must first let go,
Prostrate your life...when before Him you kneel.

I've never been lucky,
The beneficiary of good fortune,
But I believe things will soon go my way—
As it is in Heaven, let His will be done.


- Kevin B. Waring