Indian Summer Moon

Contour of grace
Faith embossed upon a night sky
Indian Summer moon
Mystic freedom wraps its fragile fingers around the hours
Somewhere there are footprints left by no one
Immeasurable treasure discarded by the wise
If you can believe, it will be
40 days into eternity
You may lose your way
You may choose to stay
Shaman’s incense and fire-dance
Embers glow from his fingertips
Making you forget
And remember the longest day
When the sun sat still, like a topaz gem clasped in the heavens
When night was denied her conjugal visitation
The stars wept and dew became a golden mist

My Savior

The earth still resonates
Thumping heartbeats, your footsteps
Immaculate birth, distilled, royal purity
The unknown child emerged from a pristine infant
A kingdom laid sleeping, yet approaching
Harbinger of redemption, salvation
I seek you, I long for you
When did you realize who you are?
When was the veil of such grace lifted from your eyes, revealing ascension?
What stirred within you, bolstering your spirit, calling upon you?
You must have known, felt that presence, uplifting
Angels surrounding you, protecting until that time
It must have taken them apart, split their souls and their hearts to leave you be
My Savior, when did you awaken?
Or were you born wide awake, biding your time, the exaction of execution
To light that candle, that fervid fire that will never die
With pangs, aching hollow breast
I reach for you with tainted hands
Sin streams down from my eyes
As the old man falls away
To reveal a new
Everything has a reason and both are you