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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Melt Away My Concerns

I don’t know a lot, much less understand enough
My only discoveries are Matrushkas of questions
And like cells, they multiply, faster than I can hold
So I must rely on Your voice for wise revelations
Of which of the infinite paths to walk securely down,
Of which open doors to shut, which to boldly enter
And to define the comings and goings of my day
That I may never stray from Your love’s center
For as my namesake once prayed in a poem,
“Thy rod and thy staff they comfort me!”
I experience this loving care in Your disciplines
Creating in me the capacity to live miraculously
Blessed is man that Your love for him is so great
That second and seventh chances are not beyond You
And with all my faults, with all my fears and doubts
They all melt away as I stand here in worship of You
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