Bright & Welcome

Your heart and hands tear
for the glistening look of a
geisha, shaping your gaze
with crystal vision and porcelain
skin; to you she's beauty
defined, pulsating, pressing,
pushing through self tempered
lies, her ocean, her eyes
are bright and welcome.

And this pretty summer girl,
this friend and lover
waiting to be forged from
words and paper and songs
with the hope of tongues
spoken out in love,
scraping laughter
from those sparkling eyes,
that porcelain face
gleaming with adoration
and all other praise
that is useless and
surplus to Your grace.

But your heart and your hands
are held out for a Saviour,
Cry out for hope and the
sound of laughter, the taste
of rain and tongues of
worship, the world is open,
the galaxys defined beyond
the signs of stars and man;
Supernovas sing and stretch
out their hands, radiant
in impossibilities and
uncomprehensible mercy,
Covered in fire and flame,
In waves and wind that
batter against your wall
of self-centered fear.

This is me, you say,
And you are you.

This is me,
And you are you. 

Reviews

[Kathryn]

The Gestalt Prayer by Fritz Perls:
"I do my thing and you do your thing.
I am not in this world to live up to your expectations,
And you are not in this world to live up to mine.
You are you, and I am I, and if by chance we find each other, it's beautiful.
If not, it can't be helped."

I like this piece. It's funny how people spend their whole lives looking for something that is right in front of their faces, all around them. It's funny the ways we try to fill up the holes inside us. Desire is a funny thing; quenching our souls with things that don't last is even funnier. The world has such an attitude, doesn't it?

Great piece.

[A]

I love this one! Very detailed and well written! Kept me wanting to read more! Great poem! :)