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When Praying To Walls ...

A hole in the wall

Once held a nail

Once held a picture frame

Now just a hole.

A hole in the wall

Once held a nail

Once held an icon

The Mother of God with Child

Prayers became shouts

Became silence

Deafening

Blinding

Crippling

Mutual.

On Becoming Like God

Taken upward from once highest peak

Broken. Head over heels

To the top we pass

I see a shimmer

Lost somehow in all that's here

No instant would suffice

Left

Left

Lost

Right road

I've been here before, am back,

only to return

Have you ever been

Beyond beyond, and beyond?

This is that, and some

Uncommon union

Mystery upon itself

More is found, none lost

This memorial

Of so great a redemption,

I am full for once

I am full for good

Such as not known through food

This is different

Too close to be near

So much further we can go

Become life, from Life

Frustration I make

Mistake it would certain be

Parting is my choice

Thoroughly know new,

Life,

You

Advantage to being, draw near

Make event of life

Life as livelihood

Healthy from angles not known

New you is truly you

I like your smile friend,

King,

God

I receive with all my me

In you,

That which I truly am

So the blog name ...

I don't have a lot to say at the moment, but I figured I would mention a little something about why I chose the title of this blog, Son of A Songwriter. I am a member of the Eastern Orthodox Christian church and it is common in our church to take for yourself a patron saint, who, as we understand it, will be in constant prayer for one's sake before the throne of God. I've felt for sometime an affinity with The Psalmist and prophet, King David (David is also my first name). There is a sense for us, that our patron saint acts as one of our spiritual fathers (or mothers) caring for us as a parent to a child, imploring God on behalf of our well-being and salvation.

My plan for the blog itself is to be a mix of my musings (this is a very blog-friendly word, yes?) and some poetry as well.

Well, with that said, I'm done for now.

Holy Prophet David, intercessor for my soul, pray that my Lord and God, Jesus Christ, would have mercy on me and save me, a sinner.

Psalm 51 (or 50)

1 Have mercy on me, O God, according to your steadfast love; according to your abundant mercy blot out my transgressions. 2 Wash me thoroughly from my iniquity, and cleanse me from my sin. 3 For I know my transgressions, and my sin is ever before me. 4 Against you, you alone, have I sinned, and done what is evil in your sight, so that you are justified in your sentence and blameless when you pass judgment. 5 Indeed, I was born guilty, a sinner when my mother conceived me. 6 You desire truth in the inward being; therefore teach me wisdom in my secret heart.

7 Purge me with hyssop, and I shall be clean; wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. 8 Let me hear joy and gladness; let the bones that you have crushed rejoice. 9 Hide your face from my sins, and blot out all my iniquities. 10 Create in me a clean heart, O God, and put a new and right spirit within me. 11 Do not cast me away from your presence, and do not take your holy spirit from me. 12 Restore to me the joy of your salvation, and sustain in me a willing spirit. 13 Then I will teach transgressors your ways, and sinners will return to you.

14 Deliver me from bloodshed, O God, O God of my salvation, and my tongue will sing aloud of your deliverance. 15 O Lord, open my lips, and my mouth will declare your praise. 16 For you have no delight in sacrifice; if I were to give a burnt offering, you would not be pleased. 17 The sacrifice acceptable to God is a broken spirit; a broken and contrite heart, O God, you will not despise. 18 Do good to Zion in your good pleasure; rebuild the walls of Jerusalem, 19 then you will delight in right sacrifices, in burnt offerings and whole burnt offerings; then bulls will be offered on your altar.