Solstice

Wash away all my stains
No matter the intention with which they were made
All my self perfections look up from the gutter at that which they could not attain
Stars are high in the night sky
Far am I from being justified
In my dreams I see the dawn
In my side I feel the flesh in torn
In my pride I’m suffering for what’s already done

Why do I search for the living among the dead?
I know that tomb is empty, but I keep going back
As if to offer some assistance to the blood that was shed
But the simple gospel could do without being hijacked
By religious ambition; my attempts to complicate
A beautiful exchange into an encyclopedia of do’s and don’ts to which I’ll never measure up
But I got everything I don’t deserve all at once

It has nothing to do with me, but I confuse my identity and somehow think that I’ve qualified to be loved or called your son
But a birthright is earned no more than it’s won
I find my breath within your lungs
I lose my crippling fear in your arms
I exist only because of you
I am that I am merely a shadow projected by the truth
Incorruptible, unobtainable, but somehow you make room for me at your table
Your mercies renewed at the breaking of day
No matter how frequently I try to remove the clay from the hands of the potter

I make a mess of myself without fail
You think I would’ve learnt my lesson by now, but still
You patiently beckon me to come away with you
And I relinquish my self-sufficiency and let your voice define me

Shortest day in the year
The rotation of the earth is made perfectly clear
Seasons shift, wax and wane
In the midst of change you’re the constant that remains the same
Sun hangs low in the noon sky
Though it’s cold I know you’re made of fire
On my neck the hair is raised
On my mind are always warmer days
In the light of your smile I come undone