and their children
(2013)
I came to bless you with the mystery, and shine my light on you. I did not know you could not risk the light,
I hide here behind a genuine misbelief that I am special, I am different I and only I
I was seven years old. I approached the priest in earnest… “I want to take the lord Jesus in… He instructed me to kneel and pray… A week passed.
I’m not angry with you. I am hurting, and as usual, I don’t know why. I don’t know why I cry
Something whispers, certainly not nothing. A subtle impetus to choose to stir and rise
Not so long ago I was convinced you were the culprit, the masked robber of my sacred trust.
The essence of night is her infinite darkness, that cannot be measured by space or in time. She’s as large or as small
I humbly bow before your tender me… for no other reason than I’m sorry… As I listen to my old pal, Leonar… crooning out his holy tunes, there’s a message sounding clear
I am crying now. I don’t know why. Am I supposed to know why it is I cry ? Though I always feel
Oh, knower of my heart, this trembling voice cries out in words that cannot begin to tell how deep my longing is for thee.
I saw him for the first time ever; the one who stole my soul away. He appeared in a dream. I had never seem him before, yet no doubt it was him.
I’m not really here right now. I can only be here when no-one’s a… and I know no-one can see me. Even when i speak to you, I’m sort of not really here.
My father has come to dinner; He does not knock. He is not welcome. He is dead. Yet he insists on joining me
I met a man who told me that he’s looking for the way he might become more free, less encumbered in his life. Poor me, poor me, poor me;
These words, gently laid upon this page, amount to my sincere prayer they reach within you, and touch your secret self,