He’s Worthy

when i woke up this morning
i did not feel my bones
but knew there was life holding this house
i believed beyond what was beheld
and i knew i was going to live this day as if i could touch Him

what i have quantified is no longer contained
when the beginning and the end trade places
when limitation hitches a ride on a shooting star
never to land on my planet
never to become again more than a flash of an unanswered question mark
in the heart's tender recesses

i smell pain
and exchange it for the spice of joy
sprinkle it on the meat of pleasure
and chase it with a glass of ecstasy
for in Him i am made great through every affliction
my God is my need-
the Chasm wrought for glory
the Light too vast to fit
and the Person dwelling there
stars are born and die in my bosom
yet I am humbled and grateful to be a particle
honored to constitute a masterpiece

dust carries hope
and the vapor of my life
is a sweet fragrance
in the nostrils of humanity
and the galaxy
because I am standing in Him
and telling you
daring you to believe that
He
is
worthy
of His name

Berean Authors

My First Book!

You have not only seen evidence of what my first book may have to offer, You have already read several poems found in it. My first publication, "Process of Praise," a collection of 40+ of my best written works from Spring of 2006 to the new year of 2010, is now available along with several other authors from Berean at PublishAmerica's online bookstore: www.publishamerica.net. To go directly to my book, visit http://www.publishamerica.net/product91177.html.
As I'm sure you are likely aware of my book's publication and online availability, I send you this message with faith. That is, faith that what I have been graced to share with you has been at least a stimulation to your soul, and hopefully a blessing. One that you are free to reciprocate with support and sharing with your friends, romans, and countrymen.
With that in mind, I also would like to note that most of the authors also published by PublishAmerica are major influences on me. If you think I can write, you NEED to get in touch with the writing of Dr. Edward Donalson, III, J. E. Keels, and Nadine C. Keels. All three are available at the same store, but have earlier works that are must haves. "The Song of Nadine" is available at www.freshoil.30fold.com. You may also contact her staff at 206.251.3921, or yeahandamen@hotmail.com.
In addition, work of the aforementioned authors will be featured in "The Kingdom Monologues," a candid account of salvation in God's Kingdom, on May 29th at Berean Love & Bible Fellowship. Tickets are $10 in advance, $12 at the door. Contact Berean's administrator for more information at 253.946.4166. If there are any other questions, email my address at the bottom.

God Bless!

Lewis P. Bryon
biggestbryon@yahoo.com
Seattle, WA 98136

Still Thinking

Still Thinking

is tomorrow going to come?

waking up to the wrong place
in the perfection of the right time
with stale torment and surprising delicacy
i’m no longer cozy in my flesh

my malnourished thoughts have learned to detest my diet
and grown weary of the limitations installed
by the bitterness nuzzling into my open sores
seeping into polluted veins

waiting for “happened”
i find no pity
for I have seen that yesterday’s labor
and yesterday’s results
are not today’s expectation
more than feel
i watch these suicide tears scream out of my sockets
squeezing out of and falling from the mouth of fake hopelessness
pressuring my eyes from behind to a hazardous blur

no headaches
no inhuman rage
no farewell letters
only the Truth and i
meeting this and every moment to the face
threshing out the faintest scent of “quit”
piercing to the joint and marrow
discerning the thought and the intent
converting the soul
so less souls have excuse to seek life outside of the Light

i’m no longer comfy in the flesh
a lily playing too close to weeds
a dream sitting too close to death
a poem reading too close to distraction
an advantage walking too close to sloth
a breath at once caught
and drawn passed the black and white too fast to see the gray
and landed into the red chambers of redemption
chasing after me
finding God
chasing after God
finding me
grasping bounds that do not instead shackle me
but hold me to this discovery
mold me with recovery

i’m now restful in this flesh

Christ in me
the Hope of Glory

Enough Reason to Reach

motivation hides behind curtains in front of the window in a room on the floor I just turned old enough to explore without permission

those things closest to me should mean the most to me
being wrapped in passion
and fitting perfectly in the dreams that I mean to make true
...but they’re cold
so cold they are
as if undead
they move
yet no heat makes my pen cozy enough to dance without a care of who sees
still…
I find it’ll HAVE to be enough that the ones watching my every move
are trying to glean the smooth in my groove
and the strength in my swag
-and them I love.
their attention necessitates my literary outlet
to stem from a Godly inlet
so faith can inset
where it’s been long dormant and thought non-existent

in the patterns of old mats we sit on
my generation finds its paradigms
and our renaissance in the colorful gusto of sowing the new
and that’s enough
but only if today is tough enough to work though superfluous stuff to
seek
ask
knock
climb out of God’s hand
up His arm to His face
to feel for the joy of His smile and the vibration of His voice
to swim upstream the valves of His heart
looking for its beat
to look from His breath in this skin
and see the millions of children with glory inside them
waiting for us to pull it out
with articulate personification of passion on purpose on the platform of Christ.
I’m therefore moved
from my slough beyond what I have and through who I am to my hunger for more God
who is more than enough

Lest I Forget

breathing life air could never offer
seething with fervor from destiny’s first kiss
drinking words, thoughts, and dreams so lofty
sinking into fantasy’s untouched bliss

breaking away from yesterday’s fetters
taking flight with wings unfledged
finding it faulty to bypass the letter
and struggle for the spirit
weak and ‘unhedged’

coming back to Light with less than words
dumbly escaping and shaking off the murk,
glum, and sin that numbed me to what I heard:
“from a wretch undone to a finished work”

You saved me twice and kept me ever
took me over and taught me through
showed me today within forever…
I never want to close my eyes with You

who could love dry unyielding dirt
scarcely worth being called soil
and quench its places parched with hurt
beyond the strength of a million men’s toil?

who took a buried and repressed soul
revived and respired it back to its spirit
filled the voids and crevices to a whole
and reiterated purpose for ears to hear it?

my feet are grateful for order
my heart for issues anew
my hands for strength to span new borders
my worship for the love of You

even in alien seasons of trial
and moments of truth that threaten regret
I remember the cross, then rise from three day while
my glorious hope
lest I forget

He Touched Me

not like the hands of imperfect flesh
instead
amending my appetite
purifying my perversion
denying my death
slaking my thirst
becoming my belief
He touched me

in the places where pains once rested
concealed by layers of time and doubt
so no light could reach inside
yet
Son light did override
and unstill what I was afraid to move
making room for Life that lived externally
to swell and spill over like a flooding river
He touched me

and grew a flower that forgot its true beauty
letting its right to bloom be lost in the fog of transgression
yet
not too distant for His reach to recover
and re-teach to every pore of my skin
reattach to every dream of my nights
and remind every one of my hopes
that I have been with God
not for nothing
but for every bit of Him He has made me
to be

Your Prayers

when I forgot the sense to simply reach inside of God
to taste the love I thirsted for
there were invisible arms
strong
gentle
careful
and warm
without my permission
their hands moved behind my mask
through my inner turmoil
to fill my hurting heart with tenderness
and rebuke the poisons of deceit
because you prayed for me

an abyss
that seemed to ever yawn
keeping me distant from that place in God
where my days are best
became a gap bridged by
every scripture
every happy memory
every repressed joy
every moment of praise
every word building the story of my being
because you prayed for me

fear of running out
of time
love
strength
faith
and money
was forced to unlatch from my eyes
its darkness compelled to retreat
from the light of truth swelling on the inside of my vision
resuscitating hope in corners of my thoughts
where aspirations grew suicidal
because you prayed for me

You Gave Me Isaac

*This was written for a husband upon request as an attempt to express how his wife became more in his eyes as she gave him his firstborn child and son*

looking for love
I found God
and peeled back destiny’s top layer
there you were
boldly being the beauty
the touch
and the hope that
from the purity of a boy to the strength of a man
I longed after
and then more
you gave me Isaac

not the seed of my lies
not the fruit of my pride
not the product of flesh opened wide
not the lust
but the twinkle of my eye
the love that I believe I learned from beyond the sky
growing inside me until I met the one
I would find myself falling into it with
my son
you gave me Isaac

you became the beauty of my name
the face of my lineage
the nurse of my vigor
the tutelage of my honor
the cultivation of my future
the womb of my wants
where I am safe to lay my head
and dare to dream
and reach for promises too grand
for any effort of imagination to grasp
because you became mother of the proof to existence
of my voice in this world
when you gave me Isaac

Getting Published

Due to the contents of my contractual with Publish America, who is publishing my first collection, "Process of Praise," I will have to remove all my poems found therein from Blogger.com and facebook. However, look forward to seeing new works from Lewis P. Bryon. And, after further contracts, some old favorites. Thanks for your support!