By the harbor

I still spend a lot of my time thinking about a Maria or a Riku. Some water-spirit sent to sing my fiery tunes. Sent to stand and prophecy amongst the silent. I turn on an acoustic radio, taking me back to childhood lullabies. Yuh know, the things we thought of right before we went to sleep. It wasn't like the complete conviction I rest my hope upon now, rather a naive wonder about what I could rest upon in the future, what sort of paradise I could create for myself. Maybe one woman could bless my life. But as the winter winds blow steady, and I hear the call of the kings men, I reflect on when I should of listened, and what life would have been if I did.

In the quiet he is with me. With thoughts and plans I cannot understand he is constantly with me. Its a mystery to me, where he resides. But his groans rest upon my lips, and his sight upon my eyes. And I say and see things I shouldn't, natures beyond natures.

And it makes me wonder, where is my real home? Is it with Maria, by the harbor, singing sad songs to each other about the mistakes we made making the mistakes we made, on attempts to make a way to find each other. I spend time thinking about whether she will cry, when I tell her about the things I lost and the belongings misplaced in that old house of mine. I think about telling our sons about our sins, and watching them get caught in the traps we ourselves swore we would dismantle in our youth.

All the same. I think the joy we could find once we stop the cycle of fatherless children creating fatherless children would be grand. At least in my line.The way that Eve was helper for Adams soul. The way Christ might find delight in the church. Still, right now, that's something I don't know.

Maria, I don't want to tell you your chances are slim; and I don't want to make a choice out of heartbreak either to be with you or without you. I understand the wrath of the flood. I understand destroying everything for the sake of holiness. And I understand cutting off my connection the way that slumbering Seabear does.

But I'm not apathetic am I? No, I'm just a heartbroken man. Who believes in grace.

Its a conundrum. Natures beyond natures, right? He always with me Maria, even in my transgressions against you. I have evidence. I have the proof. Perhaps in this season of life, that's all I'll need to know. He's all I need is I'll need to know. Maybe down the line I'll be singing that blues with you. Although sweetie, right now it seems if he asked me to, I couldn't refuse him. I did once. I can't again.

My heart can't bear breaking his heart again.

I believe in Grace, and reconciliation. Even for a guy like me. Hell, I believe in it for the ones seem worse than me. Not that they are. I know what I could be.

Don't know his plans. But if he asks me to those plans speak in a foreign language, I will. I will tell a man complete certainty that the abundance of love behinds those words is greater than he understands.

And I believe in words. Even if I don't understand them.
And I believe in God. Even if I don't understand him.

I don't know where we stand. And I don't know if I'm singing the wrong songs. Or if I should look for you. Or if I'm wasting my time with my head in the clouds. Dreaming a dreamers dream. I don't want that, I want the reality of realities. Which is funny, cause I think its a marriage. I'm in love with a king who's in love with me.
Unity is sweet. But I don't know darling. I don't know. I can't tell what the future holds for me. Wish I could.