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The Blood Stained Bridge

Into the timeless wood he fled, running from the night
While demons of his past gave chase beneath the pale moonlight
The man dressed in soiled rags, filth of his own making
Had spent a life unto himself, all others there forsaking.

But in the night, as shadows came, though nothing made a sound
A voice there in the dark he heard, though no one was around
Calling out to him by name, “Go… seek the blood stained bridge
Its ageless timber, dogwood made, up on yon high ridge.”

Somehow, he knew the voice he heard while running from the night
Was not from friend or foe without, but came from deep inside
So run he did through elder wood, to find the yon high ridge
The Voice there still was guiding him to reach the fabled bridge.

In agony, all power spent, found he the edge of night
His demons dogged him all the way and pressed him for a fight
The host advanced and pushed him back, back toward yon high ridge
But, when he turned to his dismay, he found no “saving” bridge.

He questioned if the voice he heard and trusted in the night
Was naught but wishful thinking; a last ditch hope-filled lie
In anguish and frustration there, he stood in fear and pain
And cursed his stubborn nature that kept him bound in shame.

Despairing for the life he’d lived, in fear of coming death
He fell there on the shifting sand and cried with his last breath
“I’m sorry for the things I’ve done and regret the life I’ve led”
He turned then to accept his fate, but there appeared the bridge instead.

The shadows all began to fade, his soul started to mend
As he took the first step ‘cross that bridge, the night came to an end
Waiting on the other side, the risen sun in brilliant light
The Voice within him beckoned, “Come,” then freed him from the night.


                                                                 ~Christopher Thor Britt

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Reflection

Oh, innocence of trust unchecked
How stare you back at me?
T’was you who fled this heart laid bare
Oh, barren calamity

Empty now the heart ill used
So used to gentle dreams
No more to see the flower’s bloom
No song but silence’s scream

Tell me true, reflection mine
Convince these naked eyes
What errant way or walk or word
Did scorn this heart and thine?

Does not love, our love, true love
Still soar above the weather?
Or like Iccarus, did we dare too high
Then, fall to earth unfeathered?

I cast my lot on winds of change
Though the end be hard to find
His siren muse did have her chance
Now...I shall have mine.

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His Hands

Rising early to seek the Lord, while he may be found
I take a breath to cleanse my heart while the world keeps spinning ‘round
As the sun peaks o’er the edge to wake from thoughtful sleep
I find my own thoughts leaning to, and plunge in waters deep

I think about the hands of God; the wounds he took for me
The weight of that heavy cross he bore to set me free
I think of his strong and sure embrace to comfort when I’m down
How those hands lift me up and turn my every frown

When sickness rears its ugly head, His hands are there to heal
I know He’s with me when I pray, hands touch me when I kneel
His hands are there to point the way; they’ve guided all along
His hands, like a father should, correct me when I’m wrong

When my very world is shaking, I know that Heaven stands
When my anxious heart is breaking, I’ll not let go His hands.



By Christopher Thor Britt and Lucy Gutierrez Matos - 2014
Motif: Spirituality
A Collaboration

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I Am

I am the wind thru the trees

The apple blossom on fragrant breeze

A solitary sunbeam on a cloudy day

The rhythm of life as the tall oaks sway

 

I am the stream teaming with life

And the orchard, sweet, when all is ripe

Before creation was spoken to be

I am that I am, and I am He


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Motif: Spiritual

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O Love, My Love

O love, my love…where in this lonesome hour
Can my heart with sweet abandon find you there? 
If chance upon the wind, you do float as lotus flower
Would on my earthen bed you gladly fare? 

I am your silent lover…though cloaked in gentile guise
With lips, mine own affection would I treat you
And in the twilight’s gloaming your embrace there would I prize
If fate would look away while there I greet you.

O suitors, I commend thy will to win her proffered hand
While exile finds me close enough to see
Yet mark this, would be lovers, her hand there you may find
But her gentle heart was offered first to me.


                                           ~Christopher Thor Britt

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Above the Blue Twilight

Chance the night, oh fragrant wind
Beckon to its drowsy calling
For 'tis there she rises high
And in the morn’s seen falling

Two different worlds on blanket lay
Before creations dawning
T’was there, her glory first espied
Began her lover’s fawning

The gentle glow upon her face
Her light of azure gloaming
A reflection of the love he feels
His warmth of heart e’er showing

Chase the wind, disrupt the tides
My lover, oh my soul
And to your darkened bed abide
In part or by the whole

Though my eyes rare find your face
Upon the darkened night
Forever shall we meet and dance
Above the blue twilight

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Lovers' Tryst

In whispered silence two hearts run in league
Reluctant each to raise the wakeful mist
By mantle of night and moonlight’s sweet mystique
While forbidden fate hides a lovers’ tryst

The moon espies what hides in gentile guise
Though fate forbid a love one can’t resist
To live, to love and chance a heart’s demise
While dreams hearken to this lovers’ tryst

Bright moon, stand fast!  Pray, ‘yond dawn, be stayed!
For Juliet, knowing well they’ll e’er desist
Wills not this blessèd night be here waylaid
For fear this dream remain a lovers’ tryst

Her surrendered heart belongs to Montague
The ‘morn will show if his own love be true


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Motif: Romantic

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Laid To Rest

The distant sound of foot fall as
I trod a barren land
Diminished to an echo near my heart

My "patience" through the years has
Brought me to a still born stand
Encompassed by the fears of a new start

Grieve I for the life I've lost
Forever laid to rest
My emptiness is now a hardened shell

My struggle to surrender fights
Temptation to resist
Who will be the victor?  Time will tell.

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Teen Mother

Girl
Young, pregnant
Crying, hiding, contemplating
Student, daughter, girlfriend, woman
Worrying, praying, dreaming
Painful, joyful
Mother

~Christopher Thor Britt

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Fishin'

I troll downstream; drop anchor and wait
To seize the day with just the right bait
I feel my first hit, a pulse one can’t see
Though anxious, I wait patiently 
For opportunity to bite and run
In the struggle, break free and
Reach for the sun

Feeling alive with vision true
I see the shimmer.  I glimpse a view
Tension mounts.  To the challenge, I rise
Reeling and reeling, and then I surmise
This quarry requires less drag and more 
line
Fighting, more fighting
I give it more time

At last, there before me, a beautiful sight
A trophy for certain...I hope that I’m right
An angler I’m not, but today I’m a king
If only I can carefully boat this thing
Then I heard a loud wail with the fish still a 
stream
My alarm clock announced that
It all was a dream

                              ~Christopher Thor Britt 
(2014)