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	Christopher Thor Britt
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Christopher Thor Britt, 14 february 2012

How Blessed Am I

My love, my portion… The song I love to sing
How blessed am I to have you by my side
The woes of life are many, and alone, I’d find me lost
But when you’re near, I have the strength to try

By word, by spirit…You’re always there for me
How blessed am I to have you by my side
Your ceaseless love and faithfulness, a crown you daily wear
And my never ending source of godly pride

I thank our Lord above for this treasure that I hold
How blessed am I to have you by my side
One day is as a thousand years and still that’s not enough
To show you all the love I feel inside

How blessed am I

~Christopher Thor Britt

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Christopher Thor Britt, 30 december 2011

By Your Side

Late morning rays feel their way up the bedroom wall
A reminder that the day had just begun
Cool sheets hug your contour and on me also fall
As I, first to wake, do loathe the sun.

Still, I lay there awed by your face in morning light
Your look of sweet repose calls out to me
A sigh escapes your parted lips in memory of the night
With a playful smile, brief though it may be.

When at last my love, your eyes they opened wide
Into my own they found me deep in wonder
From dream to waking dream there I lay still by your side
And from your side I never more will wander.

~Christopher Thor Britt

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Christopher Thor Britt, 5 january 2012

When I Look At You

I’ve seen the waves of the sea pound
Against the rocks, chiseling a message for ages yet to come.
Yet its power is diminished when I look at you.

The wind issues forth. The very breath of God
Seeking a resting place yet finds none.
As my heart goes out to you and is never satisfied.

The sun by day and the moon by night
Chasing then fleeing in the dance of time
They will grow weary long before my love for you.

I’ve soared through the heavens and noted
The mountainous peaks in the clouds beneath me
I’ve flown with the creatures of the sea, a beauty seldom seen

Still, nothing on this Earth, above or below
Captures me like the beauty I behold when I look at you.

                                                ~Christopher Thor Britt

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Christopher Thor Britt, 8 january 2012

Dreams Unseen

The waking world does leave me ne’r content
My love if there’s no place for you and I
To find ourselves to love and ne’r repent
To live, to love, to dream, and then to die

Beneath the sky above this dreamful sleep
I’ll find you there in hope or passions eye
And pray you seek me well and find me deep
Your heart content to love one such as I

But if you find me not in slumbers womb
And passions flame has not the chance to light
Forget me not or to my early tomb
This heart will surely break and rend the night

Yet, sleep you well, my love my timeless muse
And wait anon ’til morrow’s dreams pursue

~ Christopher Thor Britt

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Christopher Thor Britt, 23 february 2012

Awen's Call

The grains of sand fall quickly through
A past that time forgets
Who we were, where we’ve been and
Where we shall go hence.

While much is learned, so much is lost
Though wisdom ever speaks
She sings her song to right the wrongs
Her children there to teach.

Why do the groves stand empty?
Where lay the rowan staff?
Who’s song will pierce the darkness?
Whose words will paint the past?

To master, ovate, and those between
To poet, musician and bard
Let not the pen rest out of hand
Nor hold back the living word.

The light of inspiration shines
On those called to receive it
Let’s raise our quill, sing our song
And dare now to believe it.

~Christopher Thor Britt, 2012©

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Christopher Thor Britt, 10 january 2012

Fair Memory

I see you fair in memory’s sweet abode
   ‘tis truly there with you I long to be
   To touch again ‘fore daydream walls erode
   Thy lips of red, o passion, mine to thee

   In passion do I feel the tempest rise
   Rise to meet the moonlight’s sweet caress
   To see myself in love there in your eyes
   And in thy garden dare to find me rest

   O damn the world that holds this body bound
   N’er content, my spirit yearns to search the wind
   ‘tis there in sweet repose my love is found
   And there I long to be with you again

   For in fair memory’s eye no care there be
   And to thy heart, mine own, I’d give to thee

                                    ~Christopher Thor Britt

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Christopher Thor Britt, 4 march 2012

To the East

I set my gaze to the east each morn’
To the east to meet the sun
I chase the light of day each day
‘til a new day has begun

Awake, indomitable soul within
No conquered tears to grace this brow
But, blood and sweat; unwavering pride
My head held high, unbowed

No caste to tell me who I am
Nor, who I am to be
Fate will never hold me bound
I live because I’m free

Free to try and to succeed
Free to struggle through
To tread all failures under foot
And start each day anew

Patience is my soul mate
Perseverance, my closest kin
Tomorrow is ever before my eyes
Waiting, wanting to begin

So, I gaze to the East each morn
To the East to meet the sun
I chase the light of day each day
‘til a new day has begun

A new day has begun

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Christopher Thor Britt, 17 january 2012

First Embrace

Oh lover, fair with moonlit eyes
For you my heart does ache
With depths of passion yet untapped by
Mortals, love to make

Your silken hair of fire gold
Your eyes of twilight blue
Have put to shame the star-lit night in beauty
Next to you

Oh lover of my waking thoughts and
Dreams that come by eve
Come to me now my love, my soul and
Grant this heart reprieve

These gentle lips do for you wait
These hands to show you grace
Will cause us never to forget this night
Our first embrace

                           ~Christopher Thor Britt

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Christopher Thor Britt, 31 january 2012

O Love, My Love

O love, my love, where in this lonesome hour
Can my heart with sweet abandon find you there?
If chance upon the wind you do float as lotus flower
Would on my earthen bed you gladly fare?

I am your silent lover though cloaked in gentile guise
With lips, my own affection would I treat you
And in the twilight's gloaming your embrace there would I prize
If fate would look away while there I greet you.

O suitors, I commend your will to win her proffered hand
While exile finds me close enough to see
Yet mark this, would be lovers, her hand there you may find
But her gentle heart was offered first to me.

~Christopher Thor Britt

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Christopher Thor Britt, 14 march 2012

Twice Born

A gentile man of vivid dreams oft app to walk at night
Followed where his feet would lead under the pale moon light
When chance he did into a grove of oak and alder trees
He spied a pool of nature's own fed by an ancient spring
There upon he cast his gaze beneath the moon so bright
And saw him something oddly fey revealed with second sight

At once belief that made him he who walked where others went
Faded in the mist of myth and planted there instead
A vision of a greater truth not seen, and yet perceived
From deep within the pool of being, liberation to receive
Reflections at the water's edge revealed his truest form
A life he’s yet to realize, or a life he's lived before

For there upon this moon lit night, deep in that ancient wood
Where once there was an aging man an ageless raven stood
Twice born of myst, beneath the sky no longer bound by fear
He saw him casting off his flesh and soared into the air
He set his course by moon lit ways, a shadow taking flight
Till found he day light's brilliant rays that freed him from the night."