Lighted Leaves

Tree of life
Dying God
Lighted Leaves
Burning Heart
Truth Written
On inward parts

Killing love
Living death
Jagged coal
Scorching clean
Blood-washed stain
In parts unseen

Pounding passion
Burning grace
Blessed enslavement
Setting free
Precious gift
Embrace me

Sweet scroll
Bitter taste
Burning fire
Aching bones
Broken body
Corner stone

Bread and
Word and
Love and
Life and
Grace and
Truth.

These pages are my food.

Seer

This is how I remember it.

Twisted metal, a burnt fragrance, the sound of shattered glass.

Sirens in the distance, their mournful call announcing their aid will arrive too late.

You will be driving to work and look down at the wrong moment.

It's no one's fault, it was scripted, no intoxicant to blame.

I tried to keep you home, made every excuse, every earnest plea.

I've watched it happen a hundred times before breakfast this morning

And a hundred more the night before.

It's almost as though you'd planned the entire thing.

Don't go.