Is my faith the only part of my life where I'm comfortable with mediocrity?

Nothing in the Bible allows for mediocrity. Nothing in life rewards it.

Brown blanket, thanks for being
Warm wine, you are seeing
Frigid air peer through my window
Blue moonlight chills the street

Poems, music my mind composes
My eyes compel my head, it doses
But your voice trails through my ears
I can hear my chilled heart beat
--
Every fix is just a killer
All my dreams were just a filler
Shrouded in hope with faith for diversion

And your brown eyes are a dark excursion


Every time I hear your voice

My will loses the power of choice

My heart is yours, my mind is weak

And the stitches unravel, leaving a leak

--
My heart drips out
The life inside
My body was cold
Each time I died

Because
I can’t
See through
This dark
This cold
Cold night
Moon white
And stark
Stares at me
While I look
For one last chance
A glance
A taste
An accidental touch
Cover
Recover
Bury
And hover
To guard the hope
The faith
The love
That kindles then kills
That mocks
And stills
My slow
Beating heart
That quietly
Releases
decreases
Losing the fight
For right
For life
For everything
Not real
At all
Because of you
I see my fall
And I have given up the fight for right or wrong or dark or light and I can't do anything more, because you’ve infected me to the core, you are stalwart, you are my rock.
You're not here; so my heart locks.