He Chose The Nails

He came to Earth to bring me back
And let Himself fall under attack
For His love of lowly men
Who don't understand--not now, nor then.

He chose the nails that hung him there
To reconcile my sin's despair
And took on Him a crown of thorns
To shore me up 'gainst coming storms.

He chose the nails that pierced His skin
And beckoned me to come with Him;
For as He died on Calvary,
He returned my wayward soul to me.

He broke the bands unbreakable
To show with love unshakable
That one day I may too return
To that sweet place for which I yearn.

C.R.E.

You

It seems my eyes are full of scenes
That haven't yet come around.
I dream of a life with you--
Living in the past and future,
But rarely in the moment.

Do you think of us at all?
Do you know that all I do revolves around you?
And would you care if you did?

No matter. I'll live and love
As though it made a difference.
Because, honestly, to do anything else
Would drive me inexorably closer
To the insanity of supposed truth.

C.R.E.

Flight

Warm and full is
Her voice, her call.
Pulling in breath becomes a chore
As she calls to me.

A tenuous, failing grasp
Is my hold to this plane.
Life and death twain,
Pain and joy held in opposite hands.

Take up my spirit
Into thy loving arms
And I'll leave this vessel
With yours to hold our place.

And finally, respite.
Peace of soul--of spirit, of body.
Rest with you in a place
Defying logic and poet's words.

C.R.E.

Song of Wasted Longing

I never was
What she
Needed,
Wanted,
Idealized, or
Loved.
And yet,
She cared for me
As a flower does
Its petals
And stem.
Never realizing the
Difference between
Care and
Love,
I loved her
As a drone
Loves a Queen--
But was availed
Nothing
When she met
A King.

C.R.E.

Us

A thousand eyes,
Spending a thousand days
Staring, critiquing, and tearing
Into my very soul,
Will not see in me
What you'll claim to
With naught more than a glance.

Countless points of dappled light
Will make up the sky above us--
But will blur as I gaze upon
Your seraphic face
Until I cannot distinguish
Where heaven ends
And you begin.

Truly, truly,
This saccharine dream
Will one day peter out
Into something simply
Beyond imagination--
Though to me it still will be
Something ethereal everyday.

Wherever you be,
Whomever you are,
And whatever life you live,
I long for you and the life we'll lead.

C.R.E.

Free

There wasn't any moonlight,
Angels in chorus, or
A brightly burning sky
When your eyes met mine
For the first time, my dear.
I saw fear. And pain long-buried.
I heard gulls cry in a different way
That selfsame day.
No longer did they seem so free,
So light.
Before, they seemed happy
As they floated on currents
Above the foamy sea.
Then, they soared on broken wings,
Calling to others who have lost, have hurt.
Never leaving their bays for fear.
I took you into my heart,
A broken gull,
And nursed you until whole once more.
And here you are still--not trapped, unafraid.
A gull who can leave when she likes,
But chooses simply to stay and stay.

--C.R.E.

One Who Atones

It went from every pore
And washed me cleaner than
The wellspring from before
That also came from Him

The Master's blood was spilt for me
On that dreary April day
So that I would become free
And walk the path His way

I know not where or when I found
My Father and my Brother's Love
But know with a knowledge profound
It had always existed above

It went from every pore
And washed me cleaner than
The wellspring from before
That also came from Him

--C.R.E.

This one needs work. Well, they all do. I'm just pointing it out on this one.

Mirror

A reflective pane tells me nothing
Of the workings of my heart, mind, or soul.
It casts some truth on outer being,
But tells relatively little of the whole.

Who, mirror, am I?
What have I become?
I should act! Should go! But still
In wrenching repose I lie
So utterly undone.

I stare with wonder and despair
Back at myself through treated glass
And wonder if I'll ever dare
To take a step--not simply pass.

A reflective pane brings only pain
As I bear my inaction's shame.

--C.R.E.

A Personal Blog

Here's the address of my personal blog... I felt that I needed to make it.

http://dreamingmywaythrough.blogspot.com/

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A Hero

Innumerable faces stare blankly
From the walls of my enemies' heights.
They mock, deriding me, crying,
"Turn away all thoughts of passing here!
Take a few steps back and marvel at our power
Instead of trusting in your own obvious frailty.
Leave, hero! And grace not our eyes
With you and yours ever again."

With the selfsame confidence,
I speak no words and stare right back.
I turn away from the horde,
Leading my steed down a well-used trail
And speaking calming words to him.
Soon, we turn back and tilt at our enemies
Lance tipped with hope, light, and necessity.

This hero fells them all,
Happily instructing his foes on the power
Of one man upheld by a nation.

--C.R.E.

So Many Ways

With you, I've found
So many ways to end up happy
And even more to fall along the way.

Foolish plans aside,
I long for you--
A future you. Us.

Oh that I could
Know your heart.
Where, love, do we stand?

Once you were mine,
Eyes shining bright,
A glow about your face.

And now... Nothing.
Is it wrong to hope for
A future where I didn't die trying?

--C.R.E.

Tainted

The dark and heavy night seemed to mock me
From the moment I took taint to soul.
And no longer could I fly to you free
For hope was the sun and I black as coal.
Deadly choices led me away from you
And there I stayed to build my life anew.

--C.R.E.

Laughing Man With Damaged Soul

The laughing man with damaged soul
Walked past me on a broken road
And in my youthful curios'ty
I asked him how he came to be
Upon the road where I found myself
Cold and alone, bereft of health
And on the verge of ending all
Grin gone, he said, "Heed my call,
Do not stay long upon this way
For soon enough there'll come a day
When someone will come into life
For whom you'll gladly put forth the strife
Of living, enduring, and hoping for--
But stay here and you'll end life poor.
Son," he went on, "make not my mistakes.
I threw her away for a life of fakes,
The smile my face wears is gilded and numb
And would I that my laugh could stay dumb,
My soul wants to cry while my face is alight
With memories of past times burning bright.
Leave now and live! I implore you to go!
Do not waste time in getting your show
Back on the road and living again
It gets harder to leave the more time you spend."
With that, he was gone, that shade of a man
Who showed me the way to wholeness again.
I left that day, that dangerous road
Where I met the laughing man with damaged soul.

--C.R.E.

Sunshine

They met upon a foggy day,
Encircled 'bout with mist,
And marveled at the easy way
Words spilled forth from their lips.

And so started a happy life
With smiles all around
And when the two became man and wife
Sunshine did abound.

--C.R.E.

Heaven

Here I sojourn, lonely and cold,
With Death awaiting--his macabre fold
Swinging arms wide with disturbing mirth
As they urge me away from this Earth.

O, Death, I look to thee
To answer this charge:
Will I be free
When I pass the stars?

In the silence, he swings deadly scythe
And morosely ends my journey in Life.
But, question unanswered, I hold to the past
Stubbornly clinging, grasping fast.

O, Death, I look to thee
To answer this charge:
Will I be free
When I pass the stars?

With patient fortitude, Death looks on
Apathetically watching the dusk turn to dawn.
I haven't the strength to keep up my game
And let myself go as Death takes down my name.

O, Death, I look to thee
To answer this charge:
Will I be free
When I pass the stars?

Stars I have passed
And taken in stride,
And here at last
I'm found to reside.

--C.R.E.

An Odd Poem

It was plain to see that usually
The man was amiable, even jovial,
But as of late there seemed a weight
Hanging its coat about his throat.
In past days, his happy gaze
Would light the world when it unfurled,
But now his eyes were haunted by
The loss of her, his special lover.
Oh wretched ease of peace,
And the horrid last breath of death...
How he longs to once again touch her soft and supple skin!
But no matter, he awaits the date
When heaven's grace will touch his face
And they will see eternity.

--C.R.E.

Yesterday's poem

Time doesn't wait
For the longing
Of one heart.
It ravages possibility,
Throws out odds,
And makes a fool
Of all man made plans.
If it's a battle
With Time...
Man only wins
By Godly endurance.

--C.R.E.

Gone

He'd longed to entwine
His fingers with hers
For longer than memory
Served his simple soul.

She'd slipped through
His fingers for just as long,
Not knowing why he tried so
For a love that she didn't feel.

And now, she'd slipped
For the final time.
She'd found her omega
And it wasn't him.

And so he longs for
Normalcy and love.
He'll find them both, surely,
Some quiet day in the future.

--C.R.E.

Temptation

Encroaching darkness bows to you,
Oh Demon King with speckled soul.
It tells of secrets, lies, untruth
As it swings its gates wide and full.
Why have you come, foul King of Hell?
Why do you wish to tempt my will?
I've thrown in my lot with heav'n's bells
And will find a way your voice to still.

--C.R.E.

He's Baaaaaack...

As frightening as it may sound, I want to attempt this poem-a-day thing again. Hopefully they won't be so generic this time.

I took the words they spoke in hand
And fashioned from them wings to fly.
I soon began to understand
The way the days of life passed by.
I saw kingdoms fall and true loves burn
Gazed on foolish hopes and ideas new,
But balked when it came my turn
To be seen as with a bird's view.
What a child! What glory I owned
Was borrowed from what my parents loaned.
And so I broke their wings and found
Myself, alone, on unbroken ground.

--C.R.E.