Sweetest Song to my Blackbird

Put on your best shirt. I wanna see that magic tonight. I know the valley of darkness holds the apple of your eye. But see look here. Here is his staff. Here is his Rod.

Pretending nothing is wrong. Keep a sly smile in your pocket just in case. In your bag, you keep a list of compulsions you never knew the reasons to. Uncommitted to Gods glorious commission. You are held up by a ghost.

Oh, sweet Blackbird. You were stabbed in the back. You can never see your wound with your naked eye.

Monday night. I put my arm around my girl. I leap to show you whatever I saw. I was lookin for the heart and destiny of our Saint Valentine. Neon lights and enough coffee to drive a man crazy. A girl cries what she wishes was her last tear. She knows its not.

Oh sweet Blackbird. You know I'm gonna find the time to catch your hand. Did I not forgive you the moment you confessed?

Faith in me you say? Yes, have faith in me, but what I want is truer and bluer joy and a brighter Day. But am I truth? Am I the most noble King of Day?

There is a gem. The gem is your most precious possession. All your security, all your ambition, all your future, all your love, all your pain, all your secrets, all your vulnerabilities, all your fears, and the very nature of your life. You treasure this gem.

Take moment to close your eyes. Take a good look at your most precious possession.

You have a challenge. Your challenge is to give the gem away. But to whom? To what? You can read till your dead with the answer to the question. But you and I know a secret, don't we?

We know the truth, don't we?

This is why we rejoice in what we know.

We know where to put the gem.

We know man can hurt us. We know the things of this world are as temporary as dreams.

As carriers of truth, we are called not just to give the gem, but to give the gem to the most noble King of Day. Who hands it over to Aslan. He holds it in his unconquerable and immortal kingdom. He always valued, and protected, and held your gem as a most noble star.

You gave me the gem. I adore your gem, understand that it is sacred. But I fail you. I can not find a place in my brokenness to hold your gem so high. This is not my design, dearest love. My gem, is not yours darling. Our love is immortal, but our romance is merely mortal.

True unrequited joy, is when your gem, your most sacred possession, is held by our Eternal Lover.

I am merely a willing agent of romance. Romanced first by my King. Held in the darkness by my King.

In darkness, I do not merely mean in the shadow. He holds you in your midst of your Sommonia. He holds me as I look upon Psalv-Muron. I call his name in the middle of the night when the demons come. When you look at yours scars. When the blood and tears pour. When the tyranny of your thoughts crush your vulnerable heart. He is no less than God Almighty. And he is there despite your inability to process surrender.

I am, in comparrison, nothing.

Give him your gem.

I love you dearest Blackbird.