You Hold Me Gently

O Lord you know my deepest longings

The secret dreams of my lonely heart.

You see the tears that keep silently falling

You ask me to give it all, not just a part. 

It terrifies me to let my dreams go

Wondering if they'll ever come true. 

A man I might not have, 

Yet you remind me that I have you.

You promise me you have it all in control

But still I have doubts. 

You call me to be holy and faithful

But I fail time and time again.

My dreams may be lost and hopeless

But no matter what will happen

You hold me gently in your arms. 

Aflame

Deep crimson, fiery red, burning orange, smoldering yellow

The forests are alight with fire.

They dance uncommon with frenzy 

Calling the world to join them.

"Come," says the weeping willow

"Join us," grunts a sugar maple.

Should I go? 

What is there to ponder, returns my conscience.

You know you want to.

A cacophony of mouse drifts across the field. 

The reverses entice me to join in. 

Yet still I hold back, my spirit depressed.

What have I to celebrate? 

In hope my ears perk up to listen. 

I feel a gentle breeze.

As an exhale through pale lips 

Life. 

A convincjng lie or reality?

I yearn to feel, to know real joy.

I do not know the result but I take the plunge.

Into the forests arms I wonder

Passions abound in a waves of light

Where trees are aflame with desire. 

It pulsates through my being 

I am soon enveloped in the forestry. 

A wreath of leaves, golden and divinely christened

Is placed upon my head.

Twirling trunks abd swirling leaves

Bend and fall around me.

Life burns throughout my being.