Broken Dreams

A dream-like state.

Even in this trance of mine.

Thought after thought

Stumbling thru my mind.

Whispers of a broken dream

Seeking to tear me, rip me apart.

Hold the pieces in my hand.

They won't fall away,

But glitter in the Son.

Shine in this Light,

Deeper than the dark.

In Vain

Another word.  Another glance.

They throw what they think

Is an "all-knowing" look my way.

They imagine that which

Might begin to capture my heart.

What they do not see

Is that my heart is already held.

To say otherwise would

Mislead and misguide.

Do they not see the depth?

If they saw the depth,

They would not ask,

Would not imagine another there.

Commitment, even if unreturned,

Is commitment still.

Only the captivation of my heart

By You, o God, keeps me sane,

Keeps me from losing all

Sense of gain, in this broken love.

I stand firm in what I know

To be true.  True in You.

Your Love for me gives me hope

That my love, though alone,

Is not in vain.

There is some thing higher in that.

More real and life-giving... in that.

Not in vain.  Never in vain.

And, now I lay this love on You.

The maker of all things

Not in vain.

Immeasurable

A cup of coffee I thought I might not like. A moment of stillness that I desperately longed for with a kindred heart. A yearning now for complete stillness. Stillness once walked with daily. But now a frenzied mind. No true quiet moments any more.
Where have they gone?
Shall they ever return?
Return in fullness?
A small breath. A distant stare. Far... but truly within reach. An old adventure starting new.