When I Need More

One day I was living everyday as I will
One day I was living just for the thrill
One day death knocked at my door
That was the day I wanted more
I cried out and begged, and promised God
"Please send death away, I will change!!!" I swore
And behold, death left my door.
It swung open in the wind.
I looked out and saw it was clear, so I set out to sin.
I said to myself and others, death was just at my door, now I must really live and do more.
More of the same, more of the same
I continued my divine denial game.
Someone asked, "With such a narrow escape do you now live by a moral creed?"
I answered, "When death stood at my door, I called on God, but now God I do not need."
I have all I could ask for, I live everyday like my last
Someone then dared ask...
"What if death comes back to knock on your door?"
Then I shall call upon the one you call Lord
Until then I shall not be bored
With all this prayer and faith, and that book you call His sword
Tis all fiction, a superstitious tool
I will not be as you, I will not be a fool
I will live and live some more 'till death returns to my door.
Then I will call upon this one called the Lord
And maybe, just maybe, death will leave my door
But if not, at least I lived and lived some more.
Then someone else spoke so sure
"Do you not know, that if you know the Lord
It does not matter if death comes to your door
For even if he enters and takes away your life, because you knew the Lord
You will live, and live some more.
More abundantly than ever before,
And forever more!"
"That is foolishness I'm sure!" I shouted....
Knock, knock
Someone is at the door....

Silence Breaks

Silence breaks, I'm distracted as usual in my thought
Closing in on darkness, I flee
You stand there so obvious in Your way
As I walk around you in mine
I look back, You look down
I turn towards You and see the genesis of a smile
Like dawn breaking over the horizon, I stare in awe, peppered with doubt
I step closer and feel your mist spray upon me as if I were near a great water fall
I shudder to think what another step could mean
As I question my senses,
You begin to speak words of clarity that pierce me like a spear
Yet comfort me like the blanket on my bed on a cold night.
You took out a tattered old picture that was crumpled up in Your pocket
You stopped and looked at it for what seemed be eternity
A single tear fell from your eye and landed on the photo
The tear drop looked like a crystal pebble magnifying the image below it
You stretched forth Your hand that held the photo balancing the tear drop upon it.
And You spoke, "This is my son"
You hesitated, holding back more tears
"He died" You said as Your voice cracked in the midst of those two words
I slowly took the picture from you forgeting the crystal pebble
As I felt the warm tear drop smear the photo with my thumb I was torn
Shocked at the statement You just made, yet regretful that the beautiful tear was gone
"Don't worry" You said, "I have more"
Somehow, I knew You did not just mean tears
I looked down at the photo, and was suprised to see only words
The words were vibrant and full of color
As I looked at the picture engulfed in confusion I composed a question in my mind
But You answered me before I could ask it
"Because I love You," Your smile returned
"And I want you and Him to be with me for eternity"