AFTER THE AFTERMATH

The wind whips over my eyes deposing ashes from the flames of my past kindled by a foolish decision

Taste of ash stings my tongue amid irritation of from smoke emanating from burning and fading hope

Everything seems to crumble even hope seems to have gotten a mortal smite

But somehow in the desperate situation life stays alive

Though wounded and burnt it emerges from the bottom of the rubble wishing to fly away from the dross

I lift up my eyes to face the light of the sun covered by acrid smoke

Tears volunteer to clean my eyes though they never were enough to wash the memories of a glorious past

Hope was gone to the world beyond

All that was left with me was life that despair trying gnaw away

Then life broke into a song

That sent death and despair to a sound sleep

Lifting hope from the bottom of desolate debris

Much alive and as bright as a morning star

And my heart said to my mind

We will build our ancient ruin

To the glory beyond yesterday

With the power of God

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MEANING

If you sing songs And your songs are sung Would they have a meaning? If you danced And your dances are danced Would they have a meaning? If you lived well And your life is lived Would it have a meaning? Would it have a meaning if it goes with the wind? Would it have a meaning if your marks on earth were erased? Would it have a meaning if you were not remembered?

HEART OUT

You are the one I think of when I am blank When I am happy you are the one I call I think of you when I am sad I pour it all on you And I feel it is all right I call you when I reach a problem's dead end Together we find a way to move to the other side of the wall With you I feel like the lake Galilee When Jesus was calming the storm You are my rain maker You make me feel hope You are the cloud that causes my worst storms When I know that I am the reason you are shedding tears I feel so comfortable beside you I can sing off key But it is all right because I wont be judged I can talk and talk Be sure that I will be heard I can keep the quiet of a grave And not be scared that it will be heard wrong Yes I can be headstrong Then we will fight and make peace I can be fearful when you are scared And we will curdle together I can hope when you have lost hope And you can hope when I have lost mine For that is how we become better You are beautiful to my eyes and ...

OVERSTAYED VISIT

You don't need me So I thank you for the good you have done I say it in silence That way you will not sense the silent good bye It hurts me that our business in your face is done But I will remember we were brothers I will pray for you For my prayer is that you fly high and steady in the strong winds I will not forget that you helped me And the much I am or will be will acknowledge you But tonight I will pack what I can And leave your house brother Not groaning For all of us are guests in each others lives In my case I must have overstayed my visit I hope love never grows old I will find peace when it thrives again But now It is obviously used. YOU CAN READ MORE

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