To err on the side of love is to be acquainted with pain;
It is akin to the fate of the moth – enthralled by flames
Of compassion, empathy, kindness, patience, humility.
To err on the side of love is to realize
That you do your fair share of dishing out hurt,
Angst, apathy, ire, discord, heart-break, doubt;-
Usually inadvertently, but harmful nonetheless.
In the midst of trials, sometimes up is down
And the lines are blurred; Truth is trifled with,
The boundaries of falsehood are extended,
And to distinguish between left and right
Is to choose between a rock and a hard place.
Some say words are cheap; I disagree in part;
For my words are heavy and expensive,
Because they are not entirely mine.
I’m learning to let mine simmer
In the broth of truth over the fires of faith.
Hither and tither I go;
I search for a spot to restock.
I’ve run out of my signature commodity;
My warehouses are full of things in demand,
But absolutely devoid of anything of true worth.
The road to the hall of fame of faith is paved with obedience.
By faith mortals grab a hold of the divine;
Looking beyond the visible, tangible, and expressible.
In obedience the substance of faith is tried and tested;
Proven beyond doubt, honoured without reproach;
Consigned to the realms of the visible.
When my heart becomes Yours and Your taste lingers on my tongue;
Because You’ve wooed me, and called me to taste and see how sweet.
When I breathe in Your presence with each passing breath;
Feel it pass from the crown of my head to the soles of my feet – empowering.
When I feel Your caress with every rubbing of my clothes,
Reminding me even in the darkest of moments how close You really are.
When the dawn rises,
Glimpses of golden rays fall
Shimmering on diamond dews;
Beautiful Hope is nature’s prophecy,
Cast in stone and light and time.
Living portraits of timeless testimonies.
Ever new, ever changing, never despairing.