meaning is ----

I wish to be what is needed.

Meaningless.

To stand

as a pillar of devoted love

willing to remain forever.

Meaningless.

I wish I could fulfill.

Meaningless.

To properly display

how much joy is brought

through word and deed.

Meaningless.

I wish the love I offer to be enough.

Meaningless.

To be a constant comrade

guiding, listening, confiding

and loving.

Meaningless.

I wish to eradicate sorrow.

Meaningless.

To squash the hurt

inflicted

from conflicting desires.

Meaningless.

I wish for understanding.

Meaningless.

To meet,

accept

and love.

Meaningless.

Take away the words.

Contradict and undermine their meaning.

But love can never be vanquished or dispersed.

Love is unconditional.

Love is everlasting.

Love IS.

desire

A buttered croissant

smothered in sugary glaze

begging to enter your longing mouth

and invigorate your pleasure-buds.

A turned-down bed

layered with luxuriously soft sheets

beckoning your chilled and weary body

to be wrapped in a carefree cocoon.

A glowing screen

radiating entertainment

into your monotonous life

for mindless escape.

A bottle of ruby wine

elegantly streaming from the neck

into your empty glass

seducing your lusty lips and focused mind

A willing body

standing exposed

reaching and caressing

for your lonely heart.

An empty page

watching and waiting

open to exploration

of your inner self.

An insatiable craving

for fleeting opportunities

to please and satisfy,

but only wanting more.

with my soul

Sitting in the pew,

knocked with convictions,

battered with guilt,

plagued with inadequacy,

I acknowledge:

I am a failure.

Sudden peace.

Unexpected tranquility.

Christ spoke in the stillness:

‘it is well. I love you.

I created you

and died to set you free.

Your failure makes My joy greater

and more authentic

in your victories.

You are my child.

I love you unconditionally,

and you are perfect in My sight.’

Anguish and despair are death

and through Christ, death is conquered.

Death, where is thy victory?

Where is thy sting?

In Christ I have my victory,

and I will defeat the despair of this world

in whatever guise or deception

it schemes.

Christ is my strength.

and Our unity is love.

Ours - 4/4

I close my eyes and let go

but I feel your hand

your arms

your embrace

your love

refusing to let me go.

You pull me out.

The sink-hole behind us,

you help me stand

and continue to shock me.

You hand me a vase,

entirely empty aside from a gem-shaped you.

And for the first time,

I feel whole. 

Ours - 3/4

My vase is gone.

I no longer have the capacity to exist.

My tears soak the earth,

softening the dirt into mud,

mud into quicksand,

consuming the gems.

I plunge my hands deep into the mud,

desperately grasping for what is fleeting,

what I am losing

what is gone.

I begin to sink.

I cease to struggle.

I did this to myself.

I wanted more Earth

and now I will drown in it.

Ours - 2/4

I have a confession. I did not want it.

I abhorred that vase. I felt trapped by its contents.

I wanted to take out the gems and replace them with dirt.

I needed more Earth. I needed more me. I needed more free.

So I did something drastic.

Necessary.

I dropped it.

Threw it.

Chunks of fragmented generosity strewn upon the Earth.

Unrecognizable. Gone. Forever.

I got what I wanted,

gems amidst dirt,

strewn about like mulch:

an image of life begotten unto death to make way for the new.