Mirror, mirror in your eyes,
I see but one reflection
and it’s stolen my disguise.
Hard to recognize and
unable to understand.
Happiness erupts where
my sadness ran.

You tear down my walls,
you burn down my bridges –
only to step over the destruction
and hold out your hand.

Who am I and
what have I become?
It’s funny how my wrongs
evolved into rights -
my darkness has become light.
If I live my life in happiness,
I won’t be left alone.

A million hands are pulling me
a million eyes are watching me.
Which way should I go?
Am I being so deplorable?
I feel so happy yet
I feel so bad.

To feel your incredible love,
To have your genuine trust.
Your childlike faith has made me believe.

Mirror, mirror in your eyes,
I finally see and
I finally understand.
It’s me that lives in your eyes.

- Alicia LaJoie

A waterfall.
Soft rain falling around me.
A walk in the cool, green garden.
Holding my hand,
you gaze down at me.

Reassuringly,
lovingly,
protectively,
you lead me to the place.
I watch you die again,
and you forgive me.

A tear falls -
Blood has been shed.
You take my hand –
I feel so loved.

- Alicia LaJoie

So far away
do I want to go or stay?
Loneliness is an envelope -
a slippery slope.
Is there any light up ahead?

So close that I can’t breathe.
The fire – it burns hotter.
Burn me, consume me –
I need your flame.
I can’t leave.

All around me –
the community that I see.
Loneliness in my rearview
it gets more and more distant.
You be the driver now.

- Alicia LaJoie

12/4/2003

In the quietness of my soul,
I find you.
The peace surrounds me and
fills my spirit with your radiance.
The stillness overwhelms me,
it gives me water to drink.
I light a candle in remembrance,
in prayer for those who are lost.
Hundreds of voices awaken me –
my life comes alive in their harmony.
Be still, my busy mind.
Let God permeate and swell.
My life returns,
with this silent meditation.

- Alicia LaJoie

Sunset – like a season,
it comes and goes.
Whether we like it or not.
Sometimes beautiful,
sometimes dark,
sometimes mediocre,
never empty.

Seasons pass like a breeze,
a breath of life.
Will I choose to enjoy
The warmth of autumn?
The chill of summer?
The desolation of spring?
Or the rebirth of winter?

The sun will rise,
life will continue.
I will learn and grow.
Teach me to keep going.

- Alicia LaJoie

You are my hiding place –
I take solace in your being.
You enfold me.
how can I leave?

Who says that I want to leave?
Everyday, I have to die.
Die to the idea,
die to the thought,
die to my inner self –
the things that draw me away.

Lord, take me back –
don’t give up on me.
I don’t want to leave.

- Alicia LaJoie

My heart aches.
Breaks, cracks, shatters
Hear me, Hear me now.
Will you?

Where is your voice?
Suffering, hurting, dying.
Help me, Help me now.
Will you?

I need you.
Desperate, anticipating, please.
Love me, love me now.
I know you will.

- Alicia LaJoie

A piano playing a sweet melody,
the keys tug at my heart.
You transform my soul.
I yearn for the beat that changed the rhythm of my heart.

My mind is clear -
the beat becomes one with me.
I allow it to take over –
Reluctantly, recklessly
take over.

Affect me. Change me.
Make my heart beat with yours.
My veins pump with your blood.
Wash over me.
Cleanse me.
Change me.

- Alicia LaJoie

I met with my Creator last night, the maker of the universe… He said nothing… After the initial shock of being in the presence of All That Matters and yet is No Matter, I ceased the effort to comprehend the limits of his imagination. I asked, “What is your name?” He said nothing… I understood that my Creator has had countless names, and has no name at all. I felt that if the names were spoken from a list, they’d fill all of time and space itself. This caused me to question the origin of all things. “What was here before you started all this? What was around prior to this cosmic canvass, this painted poem which is our existence?” Once again, the Creator said nothing… I began to feel undignified and guilty in his presence. I was ashamed of my own human condition and all its shortcomings.

“Is there anything that I have done,” I inquired, “that could come between us? Anything so bad, that I’d be cut off from you forever?” I tried to look my Maker in the face, and he said nothing… This eased my shame, and I felt wave upon wave of his pure love washing over my soul. Tears sprouted from my eyes, weeping at the idea of him caring enough to spend time with me. But I wanted to keep it coming, this peace and love. To make sure I did whatever I could to aid the process. “Is there a way, Great One, for you to love me MORE? What can I do, to earn your favor?” This time he smiled wider than the milky way, grinning with unbridled Love. His eyes pierced my core as he said nothing…

- Craig Morrison

I need you, but I always neglect you…
I see you and I often overlook you…
I know you, yet haven’t a clue who you are…
I hear your voice, but do not listen…
I am all you want, though I feel inadequate for the job…
You are in my heart even as I am not…
I desire to grow so near to you, and I long to run away…
Though you give me courage, I am afraid of you…
Despite that we are complete opposites, I feel you and I can be at oneness…
I trust you implicitly, but I cannot trust anyone…
You break me down then build me up…
Although I am empty, I am filled by you…
In your midst I have inner turmoil and utmost peace…
I long to give in, but I want to stand my ground…
You make me hungry and you satisfy…
I’ve loved you and I have hated you…
Believed in, yet denied and abandoned you…
I have tasted your richness, but impoverished words flow from my tongue…
I vowed to live for you, and haven’t followed through…
I said I’d die for you, but have to admit I wouldn’t do that either…
The joy you birthed in creating me is surpassed by the pain of living…
Yet the pain you made, this world of misfortune, is eclipsed by the bliss of being alive…
I am numb, but can feel you…
Try as I may to stay immune to your love, it is highly contagious…
I aim to do justly, love mercy, and walk humbly…
In the end, I’d be happy just walking and humbly recieving mercy and love…

- Craig Morrison