Astraya

Sunlight casts its blanket Its fold lost in the crevices Radiance eases through the branches Each leaf displaying its golden glory Wind calms the air the quiet echos of clattering incite A peering glance through lashes A curious mind breaks through serenity "maybe...just maybe." but no The head lays back into the grassy lawn Taking in the sounds of warmth The spirit settles back into place but again the echo, each time grows louder And a sharp quick beat pounds "maybe..just maybe. " but no And she collects herself Divided at heart she removes herself to the seclusion of walls Sparing the sky of her inattention.  

Wandering soul, where is your resting place? You lay down from smile to smile Though rest is for naught Your mind drifts between looks Yet no one has a bed for you perhaps a blanket to spare Oh Wanderer your rest is in sight though its the journey of old Of character, of strength, of beauty Where the prize therein is humility In such a place rest can be found In such a place you will possess the key To a rest that quenches the soul

Covered in ashes My flesh torn My spirit fallen Here am I the unfaithful Here am I the broken Here am I the confused Here am I Covered in Blood My flesh wounded My spirit crushed Here am I the Redeemer Here am I the Restorer Here am I the conqueror Here am I Washed in your grace Fleshed surrendered Spirit renewed The Father crushed his Son We're redeemed by his blood Grafted in the vine Lord be glorified Yes Lord be Glorified Extol him Honor, Glory, and Praise all belong to Him And he says You are my Beloved Yes you are my Beloved You are my beloved, my love and we sing We are your Beloved Yes we are your Beloved

my eyes are weary they search and are of want of rest they seek straining but unfocused what they see are only outlines ignorant of details ignorant of the intricacy what is hidden away? waiting in dormancy is it a fulfilled destiny a soul wasting to dust a heart bursting with joy a mind fallen to depravity simple breathing hope cliche fragments trip my lips truth honesty how I've become parched where can I find them only from you your life your word your love the one true the one honest the one foundation I can stand on thoughts are coming flying leaping then they cease and I wonder if I'm even alive what does tha

God here I am this broken battered mess torn with love overwhelmed with thought silenced with reason God this reason they say is the enemy of faith the enemy of feeling reasoned to be cold I want to throw myself at your feet shaking from the emotion not an experience! but from the pure untainted passion that can overwhelm a soul to tears oh how I've cried sobbed wept. unleashing the torrents from with. such pain such a brokenness that I've learned to love to embrace from fire I am purged from the flames I am crafted but this brokenness is easily swayed to bitterness subdued to malice and an hardened heart constantly i

Sometimes I just don't feel like I can do it anymore. The right here and right now And I guess that sounds a little over dramatic and over emphatic and I'm just letting go of the hold I once had with you Or maybe its me grabbing back onto what's fleeting instead just  falling into what I know is true But this is it this is me the one that's sitting this one out the one who's looking out the window and trying to figure  out how she figures in I know there's poverty and terror and war But I only see the shadows of bare tree branches and cars passing by And I'm thinking God its just me There's nothing here Not even words that show