God, light my eyes to see
your secrets hidden within the words of the book
you so lovingly placed in my hands.
a gift you have given,
and your gift i have recieved;
please enlighten my heart to understand this great thing that has happened.
.....
you: faithfully opening the eyes of the blind who are in love.
me: dancing freely and trusting you to keep me from harm.
i cant see my own feet,
but i feel your arms sheilding me.
i havent fallen on asfault;
ive floatd in the dangerzones,
past the warning signs.
no one pulls me aside:
they must sense purpose in my seemingly aimless display of affection.
.....
i wish i could actually dance with these confused feet
upon the ground where all have traud;
a blessing in the dust
as it swirls around in celebration.
i wish to give you that:
the humble gift of a servant girl.
.....
as foreigners we offer a home to the lost.
the accepting remain unaccepted;
the loving remain unloved
because we offer a hope that sets to light the darkness:
they would rather be powerful for a moment
than loved for eternity.
.....
you can tied my wrists to the table
palms up
and send pain down my arms
into my body;
you can take me from myself
diget by diget;
you can have my emotions on a tight rope,
weaving back and forth between day and night;
you can stretch my mind
across a century of infinite time;
but my soul is his,
and so my mind is his,
and my heart is his,
and my body is his.
i do not fear you.
you can harm my body,
but not my soul.
if i live, i live.
if i die, i live.
my grave has been put beneath me
if he allows you to touch my nerve endings and gray matter,
the scars of your finger prints will fade from my timeline
when eternity meets me on the other side of the threshhold
when i leave this orphanage to meet my father.
.....

k.g.

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wake up! wake up!
the baby is in the well!
i forget that i fell
down near the river.
you make me shiver.
the wind whisperes too many things;
i cant rememeber when the bell rings.
i failed the test on my way back home;
now i'll forever be alone.
shake me till i fall asleep.
i fell so deep.
im so wrong in the head.
can we go home instead?
shut up! shut up!
where did you go?
i told you i dont know!
i cant remember my name.
i know this is all a game.
it shines too brightly.
i cry for you nightly.
i wont tell you im afraid.
i wish you had stayed.
wake up! wake up!
its not enough.

k.g.

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put it to rest;
all of the things that float around my head
threatening to devour my conciousness.
put me to sleep and give me peace;
devour my dreams instead.

k.g.

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one day we shall all see your face
and bask in the glory of your grace,
but till then we sing praises
thru the seasons and fazes.

for dark our eyes had been
when you came down and took our sins
from our shoulders
and places them upon your back.

what is this thing that we lack;
causing us to lie destitue
at your feet?
shed mercy upon us.

in despair ive raised my eyes;
my god, i felt forsaken
before i trembled beneath the weight
of your gift of revalation.

i sleep in peace because you guard my head
from the death that tries to crawl into my bed,
and i rise again to see the light
because you take hold of and shackle the night.

you let the tears stream down my face
when i was in a dying place,
but lord, you held my head up high
when i embraced the desire to die,

but i did not see your hand in the matter.

k.g.

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tear out the ribbons wrapped around my soul;
make me whole.
im tired of being broken down,
tired, and worn out.
when do i get this new body
that is stronger than the first?
i cant hear you,
i cant see you,
i cant feel you.
i miss you.
when i cant feel you here
i feel like the real me died
and i am nothing but my shell of charaters.
they play me till i drop
trying to express the sorrow in my heart.
i need you in a desperate way.
like a lily needs rain,
but drowns in its drops.
and this is us:
you give me all i need,
and i try to give back what i can,
but i have next to nothing.
and only until i feel abandoned do i love you...
the shame of it weight upon me when i am humbled.
lord, teach my heart to be content
and love you when im told im unloved.
teach my ears not to believe the lies
i used to hold in my heart;
that i still cling to when the lights go out
and i am alone again.
be the stars to my night
so i can gaze upon your beauty when silence falls.
break me of my anxieties
so that i can shake hands with fear
and tremble in your presence instead.
let love light up my life
and tear the veils away from my eyes.
still i will lift my hands when i cant see
and let the rain role down my arms
and mingle with the tears on my face,
because you are faithful in the dark times.

k.g.

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there are moments when the infinite nature of the universe
overpowers me, and i am left with fragments of thought.
to think that the words of the divine being dispersed
the stars into the night sky, far surpasses anything
that i was taught. imagination only goes so far before
you realize you cannot see anything from where you are.

k.g.

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why do we find ourselves falling asleep
when we are meant to be waking up?
shine your light so bright
it opens up my eyes
to see your glory moving
thru the room.
why have i limited what i cannot see
are there rules that confine mysteries?
shake the earth beneath my feet
so that i must stand upon the rock to keep from falling.
ive tied this rope around my wrists;
take it from me and guide me in the way i should go
because i dont know the way.
these eyes are blinded be years of slumber,
my finger stiff from lack of use,
and my mind is tired.
i have filled it with the debris that was given me
when i ask for truth.
my heart is shreded
from something i thought was love.
i have so little to give.

k.g.

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Maybe i ask too much

will you not come find me?

im alone here in a dark place

and the black is surrounding me.

i can fight an enemy,

but how to i defeat smoke?

what weapons do i have 

that can compete with air?

am i helpless against this mess

of confusion i feel around me?

have i lost my mind somewhere in my wonders

so that now i have lost control

of my train of thought?

has a curse been placed upon me

that i must think i fragments of sentences

and not complete my ponderings,

but leave them hanging 

from the cieling of my mind

like broken chandeliers?

what must one do to achieve clarity

in this world of darknss?

how bright must my light be 

to see the ground in front of me?

where will i go when the dust settles;

when the stars cease their shining for the night?

i often find myself in these midnight hours

between myself and strife.

happiness has become my soul

and yet i feel broken

not whole.

what must i do that fills my heart

so that i might not feel like

separate pieces

all fitted together.

i feel lighter than a feather

but heavier than led.

the moonlight is cold and i want to crawl

into bed,

but i feel that i must fight tonight

for the sake of preserving 

tomorrows daylight.

but who am i too think im special;

knowing more than my share?

who am i to keep on going;

to assume someone will be there

to catch me when i fall

when i dont deserve it at all?

who am i to be given faith

when the faithful suffer more?

and who am i to be given love

when ive locked so many doors

after slamming them in so many faces?

but maybe even the least of these

is given a glimpse of the forthoughts

of our father.

maybe even the smallest child 

is lifted onto his shouders

and shown a sliver of the world

for what it really is.

maybe im privaleged enought to be the smallest.

k.g.

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