She comes to him,
They walk together.
Through the dusky evening,
Past fields of heather.

She takes his hand,
Her fingers cold,
She starts to lead him,
Both gently and bold.

Soon the pass,
A playing boy,
Enraptured by,  
Some simple toy.

Shortly, they pass,
An old country church,
Lovingly surrounded,
By a stand of birch.

Full of lights,  
The windows shine,
While in the steeple,
The church bells chime.

Down the steps,
Carpeted wholely in red,
New bride and groom,
Joyously tread.

On they go,
At the end of the day,
Still his hand in hers,
As she leads the way.

They next pass by,
A tiny cemetery,
He sheds a tear,
To his wife in memory.

Finally, they come,
To the end of their travel,
His nerves just now,  
Begin to unravel.

She smiles at him,
And pats his hand,
She whispers softly,
"No fear, no pain in this next land."

"She's waiting there,
For you to be."
He takes her hand,
Most happily.

Through the mist,
They both do walk,
The peace he feels,
Is quite a shock.


There she is,
He runs to greet,
Tight hug and kiss,
When they meet.

He says to her,
As he takes her hand,
"It truly is,
The promised land."

Being thankful is such an enormous mission
Each year that passes the realization that I am undeserving
Of all so much I have been given is reaching fruition
I must say, Thank you, to my Father God
For loving me so much, even when my acts in life are so very flawed
I have been blessed since the day I was born
Each day in my life has been an opportunity to learn
My family has always been loving and quite unique
I thank you dear Lord, when I gave you my faith
You made me complete
Healing in my life has blossomed in numerous ways
My poetry has awakened
The sunshine is bursting with vibrant rays
I AM GRACEFULLY THANKFUL, LORD, EACH AND EVERY DAY!!!

Compassionate
Heart of love
Risen again
Immortal
Saviour
The truth

My daughter came home sunday
And pronounced as loud as hell
I got married on vacation
And there's plenty here to tell
From now on it's a new thing
At Christmas, here's the test
Before we eat our dinner
By a rabbi, it is blessed
Her mother, not the sharpest
Thought a bit, and with a grin
Said, if we sit down with a rabbi
Would he truly , well...fit in?
My daughter said, well Mama
The man that I just wed
Is jewish so I'm changing
I felt a pounding in my head
From now on a menorah
Would be needed in the house
My wife said, no more pets here
Your brother has a mouse
My daughter said, no mama
It's a special, holy thing
Where you light up eight blessed candles
And enjoy the holiness they bring
My wife, said, Oh I knew that
I was testing, that was all
I'll put one on my shopping list
I'll go and buy one at the mall
My daughter then continued
there's other changes that will come
I just stood there, headache pounding
I was feeling deaf and dumb
The Christmas Tree will have to go
No turkey, kosher food
No crackers or old stockings
They may think of these as rude
At this point I exploded
No Christmas Tree, no way
Little girl, this is my house, my dear
Now, listen as I say
The tree will be as always
In the corner by the fire
the stocking hung with tender care
With nails and picture wire
The turkey will be 20 pounds
At least, stuffed full of bread
Kosher food, if served here
Will be only if I'm dead
Christmas is my holiday
It's in my house, where I am boss
And I say we have a turkey
And pray to Jesus on the Cross
A Kosher Kristmas in this house
May never come to pass
We can celebrate at your new home
Got it straight, my little lass
In my house I'm the ruler
So don't come in with something new
In my house we are Christian
And we celebrate a jew
We will welcome your new husband
To our home at Christmas time
But, while you're in this dwelling
The rules in force are mine
If you want a Kosher Kristmas
I think it is a good idea
If you celebrate together
But you do not do it here....

if I will learn best to heed Your presence through the pain,
then keep me in this hell

God, I swear, I don’t care

I need You like crazy and I know that too well,
but some parts of my heart are dead—
no, I think most of them

I’ve brutally damaged the rest
through this pain that I’ve found
in the emptiness of my chest
and I don’t know what to do now;
I am drowning and I need You so bad,
but something in me still keeps fighting You away,
pushing Your hand.

And Your whisper keeps being diminished
by this shouting voice in my head
saying I don’t need You.
But God, I do.

And it hurts
because I’m listening to the screaming voice in my head
saying over and over again that I’m just fine here on my own,
giving the devil my soul
while I dance on the thin line
between cold and warm.

Father, I’m sorry.
Mostly for all the times that I weren’t,
and because I know exactly what I do.

I can see the image of the hammer in my hands again
with Your blood gushing through Your cracked skin
as You hang upon that cross,
the place where You died for my sin.
My shame is thick and maybe so is my pride
because I’m turning away,
turning away from the light of Your bright eyes
and I’m sick of this.

When will the cycle ever end?

God, I love You but the pain in my chest—

And then, just as fog lifts ever so slightly
over a city to reveal the sun again,
You remove the fear I installed inside of my heart.
The voices that speak lies over me are dead.

I awake to the sound of Your voice
and You’re singing over me after all I’ve done.

(After all I’ve done, God, how You still love me after all I’ve done)

You said You saw me there as You hung upon the cross—
limp and ****** and carrying a darkness thicker
than the worst pain we all have ever tasted in this world.

You said You saw me at my worst—
You said You saw me cursing Your Name while I slept on dirt.

You saw me at my worst.

And what’s most amazing is
You saw the blasphemous lies I’ve believed,
I’ve breathed,
I’ve eaten up,
and lived,
and You still died for me on that cross.

Grace.

You saw me at my worst.

And I know I ***** up and fall down
and sometimes I want to stay on this ground
but You tell me You’re here
and that it was still Your joy to die for me
so I could live in Your glory
and it is Your joy to forgive me.

You saw my filthy soul and You still desired to die for me.

How sick,
how twisted,
how disgusting this world has made me feel;

I’ve cheated myself with these fleeting pleasures of sin,
but now You’re here.
You are here and I am made for You,
to live in Your love,
to dance to the sound of Your song,
to dwell in Your presence forever.

You accept me,
You don’t cast me out.
You forgive—leading me to the road of repentance.
I thought it would be dark and heavy
but with my soul paid in full
it isn’t hard to say no to this world.

The enemy has tried to steal my soul,
but the Light of Christ is leading me
to the truth that I’ve come to know.
And I’m knowing it again,
over and over and over again—

Let me, then, leave my heart in Your hands,
and let it stay there.
And if keeping me in this hell will draw me closer to You,
then I will take it and gladly so,
for I’ve tasted the emptiness of this world and Your discipline may hurt—

But God, everything else is worse.

Break me, I beg You, break me until I am whole.

Life has always seemed dark
the struggles made me
lose hope in everything

After a long streak of bad luck
hope" felt like a fiction
death was always on my mind
What if I just died
escape all this tragedy

Now i can see a light
not the one at the end of the tunnel
but just a light
the one that tells me good things are supposed to happen
not meant to happen

I can't hope for anything
my hope was swept away
but i feel like the light is telling me
*God has not forsaken you

Don't let anyone steal your song.
Sing it bold.
Sing it long.
Sing it strong.
Carry on and hold on
to your song.
You know the notes to sing your song.
Let your voice fill the air,
Drive out doubt,
fear and despair.
No more troubles anywhere.
While you sing, Your Song

I
Let Us Pray…
These are the words I said on the onset of a meeting with a group of queer friends during one of our monthly gatherings.

To me, It was just a plain statement, not like I had ever said it before in these meetings
But this time, the angel in me (read conscience) pushed me to do so.
Until Ma’ , one of my  good friends and the leader of the team turned right to me and smiled.
Slowly held my hand and as if asking for permission to carry on, looked around the room and asked, “Shall we”?....
“To whom are we praying?”
..then that’s when the relevance of the question hit me.
I would’av promised if this was a stranger, it would have taken a whole day for me to figure out why, she actually said that.

It was like everyone in the room was waiting for this simple question to get an opportunity to contribute.(it was more easier to contribute to fun conversations like ***, relationships family and all, but religion, this was a first).

And so the heated debate began.

II**

"Make sure you include my god ***(no names mentioning)
"No you should also remember my god ***
...voices kept being thrown around the room until Ma shushed everyone then turned and gave me this look..
Then I realized and the question started hitting me.

When you are in a gathering and feel the urge to pray, like you always do befor beginning any task of your own, should you pray?
Should you invite everyone to pray to your particular "god"...
Should you also put into consideration other people's belief's and pray to their "god" too despite you not believing in their deities.?
Or should you just shut the heaven up and carry on?

Will tell you on how the meeting went.
But what are your thoughts on the same?
PS: I Am a Believer.

©TheUnspoken