How can I not change My Love?

Do I not breathe with the Earth’s great breath?

Do the seasons not cast their whims about me?

As blossoms in a storm so my musings and footsteps take me

Should I be as one of stone, to satisfy your heart's fickle craving?

A carving cast in cold purest marble

To decorate your garden of delights

If that be so My Love

Let the vines grow up to meet me, let the mosses come now forth

Let the Earth take my marble heart back into Her loving breast

Let the winds cast me down and the Sun's cruel eye bring me to dust

So I may float again My Love upon the breezes

So I may catch your eye and hold it

In the liquid beauty of changeable life

                          - Chris Getz

I Cannot Forget

I still hear it...

These golden notes flow through my mind

Clear as when You first sang them to me

Even in this darkest night

Beneath warming down and cotton,

 I twist and turn within my skin

Unable to pretend...

The night’s peace will not carry me away.

Sweating like a youth,

 Pacing like one gone mad

This evening brings no respite

I hear Your blessed music

And my soul rises in adoration

I am recreated with each note

My soul is bejeweled by Your symphony of blessings

Many times have I heard Your song

Many times have I sung the notes with You

Today’s song was different

The wind lent its voice

The trees bent their new grown leaves to add to the melody

Every bird and beast was in your melody

I was strung within the chorus, an instrument You have mastered

I hang there still, a note in your golden songs

You have repainted my soul's walls with gold and silver notes

You have swept away the dry leaves of winter with your song

Here I remain, your voice in my head

Your Notes within my heart

You words upon my lips.

    - Chris Getz

Pilgrimage

I found you here beneath the stones

In velvet silence you have waited for centuries

Here, sitting among the quiet dead and candle-lighting faithful

Watching, listening, bathed in your perfect stillness

Above, through time and gilded rock,

Angels fill the space with burning songs of glory

Trickling down through the time worn foundation

Their gaudy noise is but a trimming to your garment

I have heard your whisper at the hidden springs

I have felt your touch in the shadowed forest

I have tasted your salt tears at the sandy shore

Now I sit, your gaze upon me

A myriad names flow from my lips

I drink deep this blessed peace

Like wine from an offered cup

Humbled, Silent, Forever Changed

                       - Chris Getz