Lost in himself

What will be remembered
What vanities will last
Narcissist looked back into the mirror
The same as every day
Not just a glance
Never satisfied
An unrelenting passion for more
Fixated on his own image
Lost outside of wonder
No mystery
Unable to see beyond
Just the same hypnotic gaze
Relentlessly looking down the same barrel
Where the bullet never finds it’s mark
He can’t see the glory of the sun
Nor feel the wind upon his face
He knows not the reason for his work
His eye is never satisfied
Nor his ear tired of hearing his name
With him is nothing new
No beginning or end to his madness
He is like a stream that never reaches the sea
A mountain that never rises or sees the glory
Lost without knowing his true image
Lost in himself
He is lost


Heaven’s Nectar

My heart is so quickly
Swept away in wonder
A rush of longing
Deeper than I know
Richer than I’ve seen
Endless rivers
Cascading down paradise mountains
Sweet is the taste of heaven’s nectar
Leaving me
For more
In eternity


Grace causes me to yield
At my Masters feet
No longer a slave
Awakened to His call
Surrendered to His voice
Captive to His love
No longer condemned
Every dead chain broken
To the sound of
Victory shouts
And victory banners
Waved high above my head

Wisdom calls

Pulled this way and that
Where is your centre
The gravity force that holds you
Keeps you upright
Walking straight
When so many roads lead to destruction
Wisdom has a voice
A name
Where fools choose not to follow
Listen to her voice
Her instruction leads
Along a narrow path
Where you will find

Waste of time

All wind and no sail
Long-winded words
With no leg to stand on
No steps
No foundation
Clanging cymbal
Loud resounding gong
Droning in the background
Trying to push his way
To the front of the line
Not an illusion
Not even a good fantasy
Just a waste of time
So it is for
“The noisy man who lets the hour go by.”