Noise

What is that constancy
and what is silence?
What is the foreground,
but where is the background?
What makes that flurry
and who makes the buzzing?
What is it to be suspended in the ignorance of a creature?
To hear (do they hear?)
but never to comprehend?
and what is color?
What if it had sound?
Would I be a green or an orange?
or something entirely unique...
Why do we wonder?
Who does the moon greet when he rises early?
(I want it to be me)
Why do we wish?
and is there ever complete silence?

Dear God,

*A couple of people wanted me to post this a long while ago, but I didn't.. Now I am!)

Such purity, such beauty, such love
Self-sacrifice inside a moment
Care for the one that needs be caring

A history
A pocket-sized novel
Whose back is tested by morphine
Pictures
Free-floating on a wall, in a phone
Looking into the eyes of past captured
A treasure box
Tiny keys, minute clues
That open and re-open a tired mind
An extra layer
Scaly, tough, trapping
A heart that only wants to connect
A long wait
For God's blade to puncture
The terminal to get back to feeling
A breaking
A desire to heal, to make happy
The reality of a long-coming separation
A one-way street
Inability to return
Looking back and tasting salt
A fork
The road with love
And the one of freedom
The hatred
A heart that twisted
A heart tied off from the brain
The bookmark
To pause or to close
Or to look for a new book
A new world
Thrown amidst the unexpierienced
Lost
The cry
Trust, love, pray
Begging for direction
Please help,
In Jesus' name
Amen