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The Lion’s Blood Is Light

Lucha Loco, Singapore

I found in my soul a weary journeyer
Facing two different paths attracting
Two distinct caverns in a heart
That is miraculously still shining
Both paths diverging under his shoes
Both paths starting equally bright
For he starts uninitiated to the night
And still mistakes the shiny with light
On the darkening road were lambs
Bright-eyed, simple-minded, smiling
But now starting to see the dimming
And quickly finding that they’re dying
But the other road, seeming narrow
Leads to such bright a light that one
Is both appealed and appalled by it
Just as we wonder at and fear the sun
Somehow, by inhuman revelation
I can see beyond to the source of bright
A majestic, powerful, wounded lion
Spilling his blood that is a glorious light
Encroaching on the shadowy path
Just as the day defeats the night
The lion roars a loud call to the traveler
Inviting him to spill his own heart’s light
That is glowing brighter within him
Though he wrestles with choices
Between the many loves of a heart
Whispered to by a million voices
To go one way is not to travel the other
So he chooses and fearfully takes the lane
Of the thin path by clear, still waters
Towards the roaring lion’s mane
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Dark Days’ Devotions

When the dream is great but the skill is weak
When the lofty goal beacons and taunts
When the seriousness of the moment is lost
When the isolation of the calling haunts
There, within challenge, is character wrought

When people opine, criticize, and talk
When many share the excitement but not the burden
When the empty drums are revealed for who
When the boys have no choice but be men
There, within necessity, is greatness bought

When man and woman can only work in the bright
When the lack of an ideal leads to impotence
When human reflection is as shallow as me
When I need a new perspective, a new lens
In dark days’ devotions, You I sought
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Never Let Me Settle

Never let me settle
For less than all
Of You

Never let me be satisfied
With lovers
That aren’t true

And let me be quick
To turn, to run
To Your love

That I may overflow
With the beauty
That comes from above
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