It's true

Surely, no one cares for you as much as me.

(you said it.  I agree)

Open

I'm watching the candle burn from across the room.
It adds glow.
It adds comfort.
It adds beauty.

My heart is glowing, from across the town.
It adds warmth.
It adds splendor.
It is beauty.

Jesus is glowing from inside the Tabernacle.
He adds life.
He adds love.
He is beauty.

My heart is open for you.
My hands are open to you.
My soul is open to you.
Fiat.
My mind wonders.
My tongue beckons.
My feet stay as they are told.
Fiat.
The candle is glowing.
My heart is glowing.
Jesus is glowing.
Fiat lux.

Kythe with me, in your darkness.
I know you are waiting.
I know you are hurting.
I shall suffer with you.
I shall wait with you.
I do not understand you.
But I care so very deeply.
And ever shall.  I promised.
Surely.

If prayers really can be carried by angels, they are.
Straight to you.
If hearts really can be comforted by strangers, they are.
Straight for you.
If light can pierce the darkness, so be it.
Fiat.

My heart is open, ugly and open.
Hurt and open.
Sad and open.
Hopeful and open.
Joyful and open.
Free and open.
Fiat lux.

As I have been, ever.

Heartburst

An open bloom inside me
A soft cushion of grace
Bursts forth from old darkness
And death's decaying waste

You found your way afar
Somewhere, wandering
Lonely in the shadows
In your heart's pondering

I don't know your words, now
Or your reasons, or your tears
But I hope that somehow
You will feel my love.

The tears I shed now, every day,
Every night to my pillow
My trembling voice offers this way
To join you in your suffering

If I could take it away, love
If I could take it back
If I could take you to heaven
I'd make up for what we lack

To see Jesus smiling
On our weakened souls
Happy in our grace
His strength to bestow

My heart is open here
Just a few breaths away
A backward glance, here
Healing from my dismay

Jesus.  Jesus has not left.
Jesus will not leave you.
Jesus is your Right
Jesus will not deceive you.

Don't look left or right
Don't think it all Wrong
Just peer up to heaven
And God will restore your song.

One soft thing

Hear me, please

When I cry

Out in the night

Of light, please

Bring me home

Darkness supplant

Tears bring me

Closer to thee

Closer to Thee

We three, me

And thee, and

Godhead ever

Don't be far

Don't be far

Never farther

Mine the pain

yours the fear

Ours to bear it

In my heart

ever art

Thou appearing

"Never alone"

You once said

now I know it

Come with me

we three, two

hearts in trouble

So in tears

Sown in tears

Give us tomorrow

Light the dawn

Find us home

With Thee ever

Let it be

Jesus, Oh

I believe it

Showered rain

Not in vain

All my sighing

In the night

seeking Thee -

Consolation

In his heart

ever art

Thou Consoling

Take my prayers

Take my heart

Take my weeping

Take my love

Take my pain

Take my dying

Take my cares

Take my fears

Take them with thee

Take my hopes

Take my prayers

Take my singing

Take my tears

Take my sighs

Up to heaven

Shower love!

Shower help!

Show Thy mercy!

On his heart.

On my heart.

We adore Thee

Make me soft

Make me kind

Understanding

Make me wise

Make my eyes

Only for you

Give me wings

A turn to sing

Please console him

Past my reach

Send my heart

A little farther

All to give

All to love

All I have now

Open wide

come inside

One Soft Thing Now

Is thine own

Is thine own

and ever shall be

In the night

I send you light,

Understanding

Please see me

Take comfort please

You aren't forsaken.

Unfurled

All the banners of I've been under:
My father's, the church,
the crest over my heart on my school jumper
My place in the halls of learning
Bumper sticker theology
A daughter of dead soldiers
Catechumen to grace
And now sir, yours.

You unfurled it to press
To make ready the ramparts and comforts of home
Laundered and threads checked
Bed linens smelling of lavender and Spring Hope
Watered with the tears of years past
His heart and his heart and his heart
His rough words
Now soothed under the kind sound of your name

But taken aback!
Back! Back!
Sound the retreat and the scurrying of who-knows-who
Till lonely on the barren fields
I take hands with Uriah
And together we march on, alone.

The spoils of hope

On almost sunny afternoons

A quiet heart is free to muse

On questions unasked

Sighs that fill those spaces

Between Fear and Knowing

All that has ransomed our plans

Where weaker minds and youthful 

Dreams went unexplored

That land of weeping

Now swept with a fog

A rolling heaviness

Almost romantic

Books closed, tea unsipped

Pretty hands folded neatly on chintz 

Naked fingers curl round 

Some phantom we almost grasped. 

And a deeper pain

A quieter pain

Spills tears, and goes silent.

"I have been dealt a blow, Jane.  Dealt a blow."

Mr. Rochester had many secrets that he kept from Jane.  They eventually came back to haunt him, to ruin their plans for marriage (since he had his wife locked in an upstairs room), and break Jane's heart.  It took her wandering off across the moors, almost dying, setting up life in a new place and starting over, forgiving him somehow, turning down her cousin's (!) offer of marriage, Rochester losing everything and going blind, and her returning, for things to work out.

That's a lot of pain to suffer through for love.
Jane was 18.
Jane had her whole life ahead of her.
But not much because all she wanted to do was fly away and be free.
I cannot imaging how much her wedding being interrupted at the altar must have crushed her.  I cannot imagine taking my next breath.


I have been dealt a blow.
Not quite as bad as Jane's but in the same vein.
I am suffering right now.
I feel like something very precious has been taken away from me.
I am hurting so badly.
I need prayers, please.
I don't have any secrets.  My father has secrets.
My father told him not to marry me.
My father put conditions on me.
My father has cast a shadow over my life, even without being in it.
Here I am, wandering across the moors.
I am the first to admit I need help.


I am holding onto a few things, now:
Faith, my faith in Jesus Christ.  Church attendance.  The sacraments.
Grace.  Hope that God really does love me, somehow.
Hope that there is help.
Hope that my father doesn't have the final say in my happiness.
Jesus.

That's about it.
Please pray for me.