My Eyes, This Land

My eyes, my eyes they see
Strength in lonely empty places.
This land, this land I see
Will not fold when love displaces.

My eyes, my eyes are steel and ocean
Twilight sky before the stars.
This land, this land is open
To cuts that wound but cannot scar.

Set my eyes to the land,
Heart of steel, heart of waves,
Eyes of sky filled with winter mist,
The sun will shine on that which craves.
Oh sun, oh sun, come be.
Oh sun, come be with me.

My eyes, my eyes, they see--
Looking out on lonely places,
this land, this land.
All they see are lonely faces.

Set my eyes to the land,
Heart of steel, heart of waves.
Eyes of sky filled with winter mist,
The sun will shine on that which craves.
Oh sun, oh sun come be.
Oh sun, come be with me.

Necessity

Oh, Necessity calls her name
out in the hills--
In the dark they seem so foreign.
Oh, Necessity calls to fame
the heart that wanders
through dark hills before the morning.

Oh Necessity, do you see it?
Hope is rising in the dawn
and wild hills are no less wild.
Necessity, she does not speak it.
But if you would see her face,
she could only be Morning's child.

1 Thessalonians 5:5
You are all children of the light and children of the day. We do not belong to the night or to darkness.

Magdalena

I wrote this poem a while ago, but I'm just now getting around to posting it. I hope you enjoy it!

Shadows take over slowly,
dripping into your heart of hearts,
leaky faucets of poison, steaming sulfur.
And the sun sets slowly if you let it.
You might call me a girl of shadows;
my life is mine,
but my eyes are not my own.

The first one came, sneaking and deceiving,
with yellow teeth stained from centuries of lies.
Stabs into my heart had already scarred,
so I let him in, to tell me I was beautiful again.

Memories flash like lightning,
but I could still see the girl running,
the wind blowing grass around her feet,
the blending shades of sky into sea,
and the intoxicating scent of being free...

and then there were lies,
whispering the memories into dreams.

Hurts piled on pain,
corpses piled on more,
as loss and heartbreak ruled again.
So I let them in, one by one,
to forget about the life I had undone.

Shadows took over slowly,
dripping into my heart of hearts,
leaky faucets of poison, stealthy sulfur,
and the sun sets slowly if you let it.
You might have called me a girl of shadows.
My life was mine,
but my words were not my own.

Spewing, spitting, vomiting the blackness.
Hatred, bitterness, revenge,
dribbling out from between my lips,
Lust, jealousy, self-pity, pride.
Success came--in pushing everyone away,
but no, I was never alone.

And then he came,
and he swept me away,
for he cast the darkness out of me.
And I felt them jerking, and kicking, and screaming,
and hating, and lying, and gasping.
But I felt a memory, of grass and wind and sea,
and I knew that this man was what it meant to be free.

Free from my demons, at least.
But I was empty, and cleaned and gutted house,
home of a broken past and a taste of hope.
So I followed, and I knew
that I would follow this man to the end of the earth and back,
if he wanted me to.
So I followed.

I followed him to the ends of my world,
and I heard him.
I heard the things he said,
and I thought, "Surely not, I cannot survive,
should this Man die."
But I followed.

And I watched this Man,
my Messiah, my rescuer,
die.
And I could not save him.
I could not do anything.
I could not pay him back, for what he did.
I could not say one last goodbye.
Or thank you.
But I watched him,
I watched him suffer and love and die.

But I tried.
I tried to do anything.
Spices and fragrances,
knowing it was all in vain.
I could not say I'm sorry,
and I could not move the massive rock, like death,
that would stand in my way,
mocking me, my failure, my inability...
but it was gone, and so was he,
so I stumbled away,
hardly daring  to believe.

But then he came,
he was there,
and he rescued me,
from me.
And he told me I need not worry,
he would always be with me,
and I would never again be lost and alone,
and one day soon, I'll be following him home.

So My Heart Yearns

The mystery of you clings to me, 
I cannot seem to see you
and my heart yearns
and my soul turns to reach you.
Fingerprints and echoes of a love
beyond my small capability to know,
I hear your voice sometimes on the wind.
Before it fades, I finally understand my longing.
Can it be I miss what I have never known?
But this is deeper than a dream,
for my heart yearns
and my soul turns to reach you.
Oh heaven, an eternity, seems just out of reach, 
But it is there I wish to be.
I need to have you
To more than this fleeting degree.
I know what you have seen, 
and I see what you have done,
so my heart yearns,
and my soul turns to reach you.