A Poem for a Lover

As our bodies wither away my love our souls will always live on. I'll hold your hand this whole dark night till the rising dawn. Lean toward me my love, and kiss me so sweetly till I surrender to your charms completely. Be true my love, till the seas run dry, and I will be till the seas flood the sky. Now that our love is strong it will never lack. We will be together for oh so long even when our Lord calls us back.
- My Sister Ashley :)

The Unquiet Grave

The Wind doth blow today, my love, And a few small drops of rain; I never had but one true-love,In cold grave she was lain. I'll do as much for my true-love, As any young man may; I'll sit and mourn all at her grave For a twelvemonth and a day. The twelvemonth and a day being up, The dead began to speak: 'Oh who sits weeping on my grave, And will not let me sleep? 'Tis I, my love, sits on your grave, And will not let you sleep; For I crave one kiss of your clay-cold lips, And that is all I seek. You crave one kiss of my clay-cold lips; But my breath smells earthly strong; If you have one kiss of my clay-cold lips, Your time will not be long. "Tis down in younder garden green, Love, where we used to walk, The finest flower that ere was seen Is withered to a stalk.The stalk is withered dry, my love, So will our hearts decay; So make yourself content, my love, Till God calls you away.
-Anonymous

This Morning

The sun hath risen, barren of warmth. Light is its maker. the rays of loveliness reflect the colors of the leaves, a rainbow of promises coming forth brought by the new day. How lovely is your creation oh God! Why am I deserving? Light! Sun! I need thee! For the darkness of the night hath filled the void in my soul, soaking up the remainder of hope. A black evil, descending upon the mortals that dwell on earth. May light of the immortal, of the other realm, battle the darkness that has covered my thoughts! Light of the sun! Come! Morning has arrived, Darkness has fled. My Spirit, my breath, can indeed be seen, tis so cold. The light hath come! The warmth I desire must, however, come from You, my Eternal Creator. Fill up the void in my soul for darkness may last for a night, but joy comes with the promise of the rising of a new dawn......

Fear and Faith

Oh Father! What must I do as to grow and nourish my faith? I must posses a great multitude of fear to not even speak against my own peers! Grant me favor and give me courage! As your people did in Rome, against hungry beasts, and swords of the world! It would be an honor to die for Your name, so that others may see Your glory, give me a peace to put my fearful soul at rest. Rest in You. As the world tries to pursue me, may I only pursue You! Give me the strength of the Martyrs who were beaten, burned, and suffered a living death all for You. Give me the faith, to put my fear aside, and look only on the hope of heaven. "Be faithful even to the point of death, and I will give you the crown of life" Revelation 2:10