Darkened Void

Through the desolate wasteland of my mind I ponder,

Days spent traveling meadows of painted colors,

Hours spent in the sweet fragrance of love's embrace,

Increasing days yield the horror of shifting memories.

Doubts arise from deep within my hopeless abyss,

These wretched circumstances have left me raw,

From my isolation I peer into a distance time,

Wondering if my love has released her grasp on hope.

Tears of wanting mercy streak my heavy soul,

Overwhelming dreadful silence my only companion,

Challenging my every thought and questioning my reason,

The shifting of time through cold fingers of regret.

My heart breaks with a sound of unequalled thunder,

Reminiscence if the mighty ship which abandoned me here,

Pieces of mortal man's great achievement scattered like broken dreams,

Skeletal remains to remind me of my unending plight.

Humbled and broken I cry out to deaf ears,

Prostrate I fall without an ounce of resolve,

I fear my darkening heart is winning this battle,

Like a tattered sail, my hope wanes, covered in desperation.

For you see, the horizon holds my love, my all, my salvation.

The Reason for the Season

Through the night sky a star so bright,
Travelers of a different land guided at night,
Beast of burden with cherished essence and spice,
An entourage to escort kings of thrice,

A census city full at every Inn,
A dark manger the only space for a night to spend,
Man's earthly possessions secured in their pen,
The only place to rest for a holy virgin,

Stories shared among friends of a shepherd's fire,
Watches of lamb and ewe that will not tire,
Conversations broken by announcement of a heavenly choir,
The arrival of Immanuel in line with David's sire,

At a time when only a Father would see fit,
Came favored grace from the Spirit,
The birth of the Son sent to every nation.
To bring a lost world an eternal salvation.