Forfeiture Of Christ

When I claimed the Name,
I claimed the cross of Christ;
when the hope, the pain;
the joy, the sacrifice.

When I feigned my claim
and feigned forfeiting rights,
I trampled on the Name
and forfeiture of Christ.

Before Me

Before me I see a left and a right
and neither will advertise either as best.
However, I've certainly come here tonight
not by the virtue of having guessed right.
I haven't guessed right but I'm right to have guessed.

Before me I see a city that glows
with patches of darkness between pins of light.
Behind I recall, as in its death-throes
a sunset more brilliant than pins can compose.
And yet it gives way every day to the night.

Where I Can't Stay

I woke up where I couldn't stay
And so I spent about a year
In running farther than away
And that is how I wound up here.
Now with what must be miles of ground
Between me and from what I ran,
I take a breath and look around
And find myself where I began.