Cry of the Stars

Why do you stand far from me?
O my children, do not fear--
Of my goodness taste and see
Come, my son, draw near.

Fear no demon, fear no man
Life and strength await you here
Find your comfort in my hand
Come, my son, draw near.

Child, child, do not despair
Let me wipe away your tears--
You are safe within my care
Come, my son, draw near.

Why do you stand far from me?
O my child, let this be clear:
I am all you'll ever need
Come, my son, draw near.

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Awake inside the realm of sleep,
with dread
I try to run from Fate,
to fly,
but wings are bound to earth
by mind's own fiction.

[written by me, Alix, and Emmie]

Silence
Breathless quiet
The stillness soothes the fear
A brief absence of distraction
At ease

The deception of reality,
a sea of doubt glossed over hesitation
I've slipped further into belief of my disbelief,
a numb and accepted sedation
Beguiled by my own thoughts, I thought.
A distant captivation
//
The disillusioned whisper,
bleary and suspicious
But there was no trouble,
no injury,
There was no story to tell
No truth afterall.

If you dream with open eyes,
reality begins to change:
at first, it's beautiful,
new colors glossing over the world--
but beware! Dreams can last too long,
and time escapes from your hands.

[A/N: This is my first attempt at a sijo.]

delirious dream          of diamond blood and
tiny still wind in a thousand sky whisper s
           and sea lather heave ing death.

I want to find that world
where ghosts stare back from windows
when trees are dark outside:
Who is that girl?
What is her name?
Is it the same
as mine?

This language textbook tells me:
sounds, reaching vocal cords
vibrate through them,
or not.
A whisper's sound, they say,
is voiceless.

I wonder how that can be true,
'cause when you whisper I love you
in quiet halls and corridors,
I always know the voice is yours.

Thoughts,
though easily contained,
are not confined
Provoked by action,
there is power to change
there is power to affect.

past the hazy dusk 
in a borrowed world of doubt, 
oceanic hope

I can feel
fall, settling in my bones.
suddenly
I'm aching to dance
the cold wind's waltz
tripping, skipping with the leaves
I'm longing to fly
the swallow's well-worn path
streaking over flaming trees
and sing
the cricket's last song
under the gentle rain.
At the end of the day,
the fading sunlight illuminates your face,
and here we find
fall, settling in our bones.

-del

Rough between
my fingers--

intended to
absorb, but
comforts me enough
to sleep.

-del

Why would I
give freely
where I have received none,
why be honest
when I have been deceived,
why uphold truth
where I have been slandered,
why care
when I have been ignored,
Why should I love
those who have not loved me?

Behind me is a crumbling world
so dark that I have lived in blindness
Around me, a multitude
of creatures so majestic, my heart thrills in awe
Before me is a light
so bright my dark-blind eyes cannot behold it.
From this throne, reams of glory
flow unceasingly, reflecting
onto these creatures
that sing like so many mirrors
Holy, Holy, Holy!
Herein lies the desire of my heart
for on the throne is seated
my awesome Lord, Creator, King
in whom is more than enough for
the satisfaction of my soul.

Then, the praises of the angels seem
so far away, as cries of mockery
rail against this same glorious One,
bloody as any burnt offering,
back torn apart like the rending of dove’s wings.
From this rugged tree, streams of mercy
flow unreservedly, washing me
clean.
Herein lies the fountain of my joys
for on the cross was sacrificed
my living Priest, Atonement, King
in whom is found, once for all
the salvation of my soul.

How can I aspire to be like Him,
so perfect, majestic, and good?
And yet this is my King’s command:
His people shall be holy, for He is holy
His people shall love, for He is the Lord.
So I will not linger at the altar
of myself, but imitate my Master
And I, though all the world should say
it makes no sense to them,
I shall love my neighbor
as myself.




-del

someone once said to me,
never mistake a shadow for a soul.
i said to him,
no one does--
we only
mistake souls for shadows.

almost there,
we run so hard the ground will break
still it's not enough.
where the stars die,
a faint light wanders, disappears
then returns:
do you follow it
or do i?
i am learning the rain
reminding me of people i once knew
people that were me
and you.
(are we still here?
this icy warmth is blinding me
i can't see you at all.)
i suppose we have a choice,
but i don't know
who lives or dies.

i am looking harder at the dark
i think there's more to see.

-del

Fingers poised above