Unburdened

Unburdened

Darkness wrapped in silence 

Slinks sadly down my hall;
Recognized by only one
Sallow fear known to all

who love and hope to

Live again.

A pain unburdened 
Life’s cruel change;

Now an end.

How does one

                Capture hope once more?

Look, dear child, just east
The sun’s warmly gentle glow
Leaks forth light’s last release

No, not last.

Another with

Hope!

For she to rise again
Health and robust;

Will wipe the tears from our eyes.

To welcome eternal we upon that far

Eastern shore;
Anew.

Those who cannot come back,

We with them

though now no more;

This brief spell to end in delight.

Sleep at last this terror

Deep in this ashen, lonely

Night.

Sacred Song

Sacred Song

Sacred song sung in
Hallowed hall;
Honored voice springs forth.

Havoc now birthed
In chaos beneath.
Life roars to life,
Signals sound in the deep.
     Chaos whispers
     In the deep of the night
Wondering . . .
Translucent fright;
Knowing.

Thunderous joy from beyond all once known
Just beneath
     The deep cry
Site has brought life;
And death to the dead of the night.
A source unseen
The light has come.

Array the light;
The light does array!

Chaos squirms
Chaos shivers
Chaos quivers
     takes flight
     takes flight!

Fleeing!
Sleep dark one, sleep;
     Dissipate.
Never again to reign;
Supreme!

A glimmer of hope has burst violently forth,
Marshaling order
In triumphant light;
Renewal renewed
Among the cursed of the deepest curse

Sacred song now sprung;
Let there be . . .
     Let there be . . .
          Let there be . . .
Light!

Poem: Disembodied

Disembodied

Crafted by Biz Gainey

To love that which is loss of worth

Descent in pain;

Wanton birth.

Warped to fit both large and small;

Dis-heartened.

Without hope;

None and all.

Such has the stained touch print of man.

This breech of hand and heart replete

These twain once part in fatal retreat.

This thread now frayed

all boundaries flee;

Brings to aim a frightful plea.

To love that which is loss of worth

Awash in a mist;

Barren self defeat.

Razed to dust,

Blown lone a green sea.

Love’s lost worth?

Its center;

Me!

Poem: To Love

To Love

That which I love

I slowly become.

A thin whisper of night;

 hollowed face in the sun.

This life we now live,

Marked by that which we chase,

Grasping at dreams 

     soaked in soul starved space;

Yet to love is not wrong

For how could it be?

Its beauty captured in song

Initialed on tree

Boldly exclaimed

The world all to see!

For to love is to be;

To bear witness to we!

Yet that which you love, beware;

         Quenched shall it never be.

So we chase . . .

Love unbound

Eternity’s fierce hound

In sheer delight of pursuit

There is no danger known

No life dethroned

No walk . . .

No step . . .

No grasp  . . .

Nor control . . .

Will break down the bough of the

Pursued

Well loved soul!

No empty space.

No time without place.

That which I love

I slowly become.

Poem: These Little Ones (inspired by The Just Church)

I recently downloaded a copy of Jim Martin's, The Just Church.  I have been reading this book in spasmodic fashion over the course of this year.  Truth be told, I had hoped to read it in one sitting.  The book however carries a weightiness that requires 'bite size chunks.'  The writing is excellent and the story telling draws you in to the narrative with effectiveness.  The content, however, is alarming, disconcerting and heart breaking; as well as victorious and courageous!

I have read with tears the plight of little ones suffering across this globe at the hands of 'men without chests' (Lewis reference).  While I do not know how deeply moved I will be and what action I will take, the reading caused a 'poem' to stir in me that I have taken time to put on paper.  

This poem might be somewhat graphic and is 'raw' in its vision of what type of person and world would tolerate such sin.  It also captures the reality that if we continue to tolerate such evil, we will do so to our own demise.  The poem is completely unedited and I am open for your feedback, questions and perhaps suggestions for revisions.  However, my deepest hope is that it will cause you to explore International Justice Mission and the life and culture saving work in which they engage.  If you wold like to have the scales scrapped from your own eyes as I have mine, then pick up the book, The Just Church by Jim Martin.  Here is a link for you: http://www.thejustchurch.com/

These Little Ones

These little ones

Sunken eyes and swollen Heart

Torn apart from family

Future no more.

Torn not by love,

But desire disturbed, distorted, deflated;

Pus filled.

These little ones

Sold

Traded

Stocked

Branded

Lost

What manic world allows Human self will

Imposed on those less easily kept?

Break the yoke;

The chain, the boulder

Imprisoned and sexed

And carried by neck

Through the throttle

Of one’s distorted desire.

Corrupted!

Children now burn in this fire.

Open our eyes to the hurt;

Pain . . .

Loss . . .

More than we know

The loss also ours;

Flesh is transformed,

In our zombie like compulsion,

Consumed.

All we of dust.

Awaken our heart;

Beat in rhythm for these

Little ones without names

Numberless

In sex ditches

Will truth prevail?

Will the heart reignite?

Might we rescue these little ones

Lost in the dread of this fright?

Naught without will

To bring justice to bear.

By those who would

See,

Fight,

Stand!

A voice to their silence!

Fierce eyes to their sight!

Protect these little ones!

Save us all in this plight!