Simon of Cyrene, you helped my Savior carry His cross

Oh what a privilege you  enjoyed

So then how much more privileged am I

For my Savior, He helps me carry my cross...

The interim my Lord, doesn't seem to end

And now my patience is wearing

Make haste and grant me Your purpose for me

Just let me do what You sent me to do

What is it that You want me to do Lord?

I hesitate to ask You because I fear that I shall not hear Your reply

But now that I've asked You, please speak with me 

For I'm lost in thought, the folds on my brain are symbolic

Of a tortuous path that keeps me away from my goal

My goal which is You and Your purpose for me

The latter I shall receive only if I loose my self in You

Only if I loose my self in You shall I find myself

The bigger plans are not mine to see

But it would help Lord, if I could see the bigger picture

The bits and pieces that are visible to me

Are like a jigsaw that I struggle to assemble

And now my rationality has yielded

Now I fail to  see even the smaller frames

For so long I have held on to so many things 

For so long I have held myself together

But now Lord, I let go, for I can hold no longer

The soul is where is the body is, for who has been able to separate

Fragrance from a flower and innocence from a child

So if my body is in this world, then how can I not be of this world

It would be easier for me to be in you and of you

Or it would be easier for me to be in the world and of the world

But I cannot be in the world and of You

When I try to, I am blanched

Your love is warm and You pour this warmth on me

But before the warmth of Your love reaches my core

The world and its distractions they pull me away

The world is so cold and so distant

This icy coldness doesn't let Your love reach me

Hence I am blanched 

Worldly excellence doesn't hold meaning any longer

But I play devil's advocate, lest it is not the wisdom but the foolishness in me that may be speaking 

So does unwillingness to sow in the fields imply sinfulness

For work is worship and so if I refuse to find joy in my work 

Then I reject You my Lord

Am I right then and more so if I say that the work that I find no joy in is not my work

For my work as I understand  it, is Your purpose for me

So are you saying, that humbly doing what doesn't bring me satisfaction, is Your purpose for me

For Your purpose for me is obedience to Your will

And Your will for me is to be even more patient than I was all this while...

So I'll cement the empty spaces; But the cracks
In the wall of my heart, they'll simply remain...


We built us brick by brick, we built us stone by stone
But when 'twas time to cement the bond, you left us all alone.

As pure as the moon she, her life 
Revolved around him, her world
But an image of her, her shadow
She could cast on him, his heart 
Only with His light, light from the Son (the sun)...

I whisper my inner most thoughts to the wind 

The wind, it in turn whispers my secrets into your ears...

 

I try reaching out to you, but you've built a wall around you

My voice, so frail, it fails to nudge you back to life

For you are lost in your reverie, your pensive translucent I cannot see

I beckon to you for the privilege of a panoramic view of your thoughts

But you shun away my very call

So then how shall I come down to your nadir

Or is it that you are on a zenith that I shall never touch

In either case we are not standing on the same plane

So how shall we ever stand side by side

 

The only solace is the wind, my breath I exhale

And she carries it to you, and you breathe it in

So somewhere there is a connect, somewhere we meet

And I know when she has reached you with a part of me
Because when you breathe me in you nudge me back to life...

As helpless as can be, like nothing is in my power;

When I'm close to her I break her heart, I break her heart when I'm far away...

Out of no where, it drizzled

Rain drops on parched land

The wet mud blending with the water, 

Their unity creating a magical fragrance

Probably they were meant to complete each other

Complementary and complimentary, the mud and the water

So she walked in, yes she did

And I was refreshed

We created magic together, both she and I

Then suddenly, I remembered the rain, the last time it had showered upon me

She had started with a drizzle and ended in a storm

A storm that had blown away the sands from on the land

And had left my soul, a parched land, even more dry and empty, than I was before

That storm, it haunts me 

******

But the rain, she will shower upon me no matter how much I resist
And this time she will bring the sun shine

Bright and cheerful shall it be

Should the storm lurk around the corner

She, the rain, will pull over the land, that is now refreshed

A blanket of flowers

And she shall continue pouring droplets of water; Like diamonds

When the sun rays pierce thorough each droplet 

Bringing to the land, the light that was promised it

Promised it by the rain

The day that she was born in the skies above 
Only  to bring to life the land so dry...