Just the Two of Us

These miracles you are searching for can’t be found inside the prideful speak of mock saints.
They aren’t messengers of God.
Their wisdom won’t lead to solutions.
These wars you fight inside of your head and heart make me weep.
God is light. God is love.
Demons play off our desire to play the alpha hero and make ourselves into glorified deities.
We must watch our tongues. We must not mock him.
He is perfection and we are a temple constantly under his construction.

You seek perfection when there is no fire in your soul.
You walk around with your head up in clouds thinking glory is worth more than eternal salvation.
You obsess over power and gold.
The sickness you’re suffering from has taken the world by storm.
The entire globe has been consumed by greed.
The desolation has scattered families, friends, and turned loved ones into strangers and even mortal enemies.
I watch as people pick up the sword to resolve their differences.
The world is on the edge of a bottomless cliff.
I mourn the freefall we are about to begin.

The sun shines over us like God’s love it’s always there for us.
I am troubled by all this unnecessary suffering.
I wonder if I could be the world’s advocate to Heavenly Father.
If one person is righteous enough to save us all, like Lot, begged for Sodom, Like Jesus, sacrificed his life to atone for all mankinds sins;
would I be able to do enough to heal the wounds of this generation?
I am nowhere near perfection.
The absence of God upon the people’s hearts saddens me.
I want to help, but I am unsure how to start.
I begin now, with me, and you. I change just us two.

Imagination

Doubt plays around in my mind trying to squeeze all the love out of my heart.
I don’t want to let the fear win out.
I’ve waited so long to find you.
Now I worry my anxiety will take you away.
My hope builds you up and my heart swells with love for you and I feel overjoyed.
This is the sun being let in to shine into what was a dark life for such a long time.
But I can’t forget or shake off the memories of hurt from my past completely, and they are calling out to my logical side, that it’s too good to be true, that you aren’t the man I see.
My imagination begins to run away with me.

Cast the spotlight onto him;
Flush out every flaw;
Can I live with how he says, Is that bad?
After every story he tells and yeah some of it is pretty bad.
He’s not perfect, but I’m even less than perfect.
Lay the cards out side by side and see who comes up shorter, no puns intended, but he and I aren’t angels.
He overshares, but so do I.
He’s inappropriate and yells at his kid’s for something he just did himself.
I can’t claim the higher moral ground here.
My imagination wants to gloss over the worst of it, but will this breed bitterness in time?

Do I worry just to have something to worry about?
Am I afraid to be happy?
I am scared to commit.
He has a lot on his plate.
Kids, grandmother, ex-wives, custody battles, legal issues, health problems, and crazy ideas that never seem to end;
he never gives up, but just as he stands something knocks him down again.
I’ve never seen one person with such bad luck.
I think mine is beginning to change for the worse.
Is he rubbing off on me?
Or is my imagination just making me think I’m cursed lately?