I Admit

I'm tired of holding tightly,
My arms are weak from pain.
Control I have, though little that,
Leaves nothing left to gain.

I trust you, Lord, to break my fall,
To catch me in your arm-
And when I face my deepest fears,
You'll keep me safe from harm.

So vast the fog grey sky expands,
So fresh the evening breeze.
Can they be, Lord, a special gift,
A trust you've placed in me?

-Lydia Joy Serafino-
10/25/2012

Nothing and All

Nothing separates, my darling,

Nothing holds you back.

All I have to offer,

You say that others seem to lack.

You say you always need me, 

You beg me to stay near.

But still you hold me off at bay, 

Protected by your fear.

I've asked you for so little,

Just love, and trust besides,

You act as though I ask that world,

Or that you tame the tides.

I had the world, I gave it

To you, my precious one.

The ocean tide could not compare,

To that which left my son.

I gave it all, my sweetest gift,

My son, I gave to you.

The love I have to offer now,

It's yours if just you'd chose.

-Lydia Joy Serafino-

10/25/2012



But one of the soldiers pierced his side with a spear, and at once there came out blood and water.
John 19:34
ESV

I am Here

You are here.

Warm blood pumping

through chilled veins.

And I am here.

Yes, the I am that I am. 

I am here.

Above you, crisp air.

I am.

Below you, cold metal.

I am.

Surrounding you, soft wool.

I am.

Breathing words through your pen.

I am.

I am.

I am.

I am here.

-Lydia Joy Serafino-

10/25/2012