By Skye Shae Bonati March 10, 2009 The road ahead brings solitude away from wayside paths, As now my horse and load are turning round to stroll the grass. It calls me where there are no bounds, where I am free to roam, But something calls me stronger; it's the calling of my home. The fast-approaching dawn is calling down into my heart, The coolness on the air is painting fathoms with an art. The softness of the morning mist is thrilling to the bone, But nothing calls me stron

4.12.13 / 8.22.13 (2) Humility, that wide-eyed child    once stood next to the fountain on Cantos Plaza A yellow tipped man hung his bow there --  drew it across the symphony he     played in his heart                           -- if only he’d known All around him sun’s rays shone through dusty    streets, finding every shadow and giving chase The plaza dripped with honey    and bread fell from the sky, but the bow drew back and forth. The conductor tapped his stand in vain p

By Skye Shae Bonati Circa 2018 This song appears on the 2020 record, I Want To Bring You Glory   by Skye Shae Bonati, produced by Noah Wolf. How little time I spend making mistakes, But how long I pay for them! God, give me faith to believe I’m forgiven It would feel better to know that I’d done it on purpose, And know that right now I rightly deserve this Jesus, I cut Your back with my words, And I struck You with feelings of hurt and of anger Crosses were usually for strang

By Skye Shae Bonati Circa June, 2024 This poem first appears in   The Chain Breaking Experience: Poetry Devotional Book , published in 2024 on Amazon. If you want to build a house in three days, you need the right materials. You will need:  wood, some nails, a hammer or two. You will need a good strong team of guys to help you (twelve should do), and women to find the Gardener. You’d be remiss if you get anything less than the best architect-- the blueprints drawn up impe

By Skye Shae Bonati October 20, 2016 I'm just warning you Imma be a funny person when I die so many things that I've tried * Things poking out of corners and blindsides  like a house that was built by children So many things to fit in We can't make up our minds * * * I'm just warning you Prob'ly won't live the life of the common loon on the lake, but I'm all in * Snorkeling past the apparent diving for treasure that's buried shake it all out for its story to get all that I ca

By Skye Shae Bonati Circa 2011 A problem of love had escaped the night; Misfortune and pain were holding us tight. Oh, castles and star-gazer nights we had, But pleasure of time was driving us mad. The concept of love eluded us then; We built of sand for the castles of men. And the waves came crashing, pounding , dashing-- To be sure, we incurred quite a lashing. Almost letting go we held to our past, Hoping to find something more that would last. And finding naught but dust

By Skye Shae Bonati March 21, 2020 Verse You bled and died for this simple man Full of sinful thoughts and I don't understand why you Climbed that hill to lay down your rights, Such a sacrifice To slay an innocent lamb Chorus Plan of the ages You saw us from Genesis Foretold how You’d wash us in the cleansing flow How Passover turned to joy The blood of a Lamb deployed our freedom through a righteousness  not our own Bridge Jesus, You make us holy Jesus, You are the holy one