I was able to get my hands on an old poem that I wrote - probably December 2004.
This was just after I recommitted my life to Christ.
“Change”
grey clouds and darkened skies in my dreams
like broken hymns, sung to the tune of angels screams
choirs, like fire under the mantle, spread the black against the wall
further away seemed closer to forever.
the moon…and the night…
the beauty portrayed so vididly
burning with passion for the sadness in me..
the fear of fate ultimately threatens the passionate soul into hunger
and sorrow drives the body to search the blood and the fire.
thats why carnal pleasure, once likened to a razors edge that cut the lilt of love unbounding,
could never measure up to the purity in the beauty of the river that beheld,
the Spirit that dances so lightly in the breeze
the warmth in the embrace like the colours that light the skies
and the one who sifts the wind for the songs that I sing.
So then, angels fall and serpents crawl along the path i used to tread
until one day i died..
searched my heart expecting hate, but found the Spirits Love instead.
If i go up to Heaven, Love is there
If i go down to the place of the dead, Love is there.
If i ride the wings of the morning or place my head where darkness lies,
Love is there
If i dwell by the farthest oceans, even there your love will find me.
I could ask the darkness to hide me and darker beings guide me, into the place of solitude
where deepest despair would bind me and ask that the light be turned into night so dark
that the depth of the seas could not comprehend.
Your love would still find me.
