Everything and All

Little rain drops
pitter patter across the roof.
Everything sounds so soft
as a monsoon rages outside.

Angels fall
and demons die
and dogs bark
and cats cry
and some say hello
and some say goodbye
and some try to fail
and some fail to try.

And life goes on.

Snowdrop crystals scatter
silently sealing the world under.
Such beauty
with such inherent danger.

Some days you held together,
some days your heart bled,
some days you stood your ground,
some days you fled,
some days you faced the world,
some days you hid instead,
some days you heard everything
some days nothing was said.

Sometimes, life goes on.

And life goes on,
despite today.
Despite what you feel
or see
or flee
or push through
or can’t manage any more…

Despite that,
I know life goes on.

Despite hopeless hope,
I hope.
And I know that even
though we walk through the valley
of the shadow of death,
life can always go on
if we go on with it.

God Bless,
-Matt K.

They Say That Your Life Flashes Before Your Eyes As You Die

They say your life flashes before your eyes as you die.

Mine flashes as I live.

It crosses the synapses of my soul like hands on piano keys,
Whispering a beautiful melody, reminding me,
Reminding me.

Reminding me
Who I am.
Reminding me
Who you are.

They say good guys finish last.
They say that good things come to those who wait.
I say what a wise man once said;
Those who are last are first
And those who are first are last.

They say that happy endings are fictitious.
Maybe for some, they are.
Maybe this isn’t an ending.
And maybe it one day, will be
And my life will flash before my eyes as I die.
But today,
My life flashes before my eyes
And I feel nothing but peace
And excitement
And safety, and danger,
Knowing you.

If my life flashes before my eyes as I live,
I want to live
And live every second, every moment, with you
So I can be thankful
For every moment I’ve had,
For every moment I’ll have.
Every moment now,
Every moment then,
Every moment to be.
Every fleeting thought or simple while.
Everything I want to see,
I want every moment of this life.

They say your life flashes before your eyes as you die.

And now, I am living…
Living life,
Thinking about you.

Comes the Night

Night, night comes,
darkness yet bright.
Clouding all the senses,
hence shrouding immoral fight
taking captive the heart’s defences.

Silently weaving
a slow, empty grieving.
A low reaving
of all those thoughts
of love believing,
now scattered to the sands of time.
Because but one lie was true,
now no longer I have you.

Safety still
remains real
but your will
retains curious zeal
for those things which render
our love to slender
memoirs of seeming mind
yet which remain true
despite passing of time.

Even in darkness of night,
I will hate you no more,
love you no less.
Even though I have the right,
I will not close the door
yet instead, shall I bless
always despite the shadows
that creep and possess.

Where are you in the night?
You remain in My sight.
Where can you go from Me?
No place that be.
Where will this end?

My son, My son,
where it always did,
as I always said;
at the foot of the Cross,
where My Son bled.

-Matt K, 2007