Commitment Prayer

In your hand I put mine
in your heart I put mine
protection of the innocence
in my soul
and wondrous father of my love

and my life
hold me, hold my tears
and save me from drowning in them
hold up my head and restore me
until I can hold it up myself

I choose Joy.

I give myself to you,
that the actions of people
would have less weight in my heart
that I would be made of your stuff
that heaven would fill my heart

I am not a good friend
nor do I know how to be one
bitterness and jealousy bind me
and try to make me cynical
free me, Jesus.


Free me as I bind myself to you
stronger by the hour
I absorb into you,
never to be recovered to the old me.


Let me dwell in you and on you,
so near to your heart that it becomes part of me
the drum I march to,
the blink of my eyes,
the throb of my head, intoxicating and airy.

Fill my lungs with golden air
made by the trees of heaven
recycled from the mouths of angels
breathed by love himself.


Control me, I submit this
body of clay back to
the creator who alone can give it rest.

Meagre Words

Take my words, meagre offering,
the author of my heart song,
the author of history,
thank you for appreciating my words.

I know not why I was given this gift,
but help me to use it well.

Help me to never become
just another voice, conformed and deformed,
with the same hackneyed phrases,
the same offering, high from emotion,
with no more variety
or depth of thought than a worship song

sung because it’s the popular
and right thing to do here.

Monsters

Don’t let me get lost in the cacophony
of heartless people
pretending to have warm blood and veins
monsters made by shells of selfishness
coated over real humanity
in a coma, unmoving and unmoved.

Monsters fighting endlessly
to be far from the thing
that would send a shockwave to their nearly dead hearts
unsure if awakening their heart
would change their hands and furry feet.

They know not that it would change their eyes;
open them fluttering and blinking
into a world in which
others are not tools to be used,
but rather vulnerable hearts, much like their own.

To be cared for and looked after.
They know not, but somehow,
somehow they yearn for
the shock of true love.

They long for their heart
to be buried deep within the heart of another.
So they chase other monsters,
though true love and life is so close
they rip each other apart
with their claws,
until there is nothing left.

Let me love the monsters,
but protect my heart from their claws.