Thursday, March 29, 2018

Five

A planet can sustain life
Only if it centers its gravity on
Something greater
Burning with invitation
Stretching out the great across
Separating "I" from "other"
Bowing an axis
That leans
Like a gentle wind
Into the breath of life
Declaring "us".

Monday, March 26, 2018

Real beauty
Can only be chiseled
From the jagged stone
Of 'is'.

Saturday, March 24, 2018

How much of prayer


"God change things so I don't
have
 to choose
Rearrange things to a
 simpler
 kind of truth
Move the icebergs from my way
Till there's no more sink
Or swim
Please don't let the bad choice 
in

Saturday, March 10, 2018

Four

I'm not very good at this,
I'm so far behind
Crumpled on my tiny bed
Like last summer's green
How can I find rest and peace
By surrendering the search?
I just want to do it right
So I'm not very good at this.
I remember
when God was so big
He could blot out the clouds
And stand
With His back to everything
And not be afraid

I was smaller
Less compressed
Had not yet forgotten
Which way tears fall
And my yearnings gazed forwards
Instead of the mess behind


Thursday, March 01, 2018

Three

Stacking up
Horizontally
I try to find the being unfound
As minutes condense
Weighting
The thinness stretched
Over my tiresome limbs
Tracing circles
On the sheets beneath
Stacking up
Seconds
Until I am found by unfinding
In accidental surrender
Of gently closing eyes.

Sunday, February 18, 2018

Sadness

Sadness is not a puzzle
To be solved
By slotting each jagged piece
In just the right place
Grabbing all the edge bits
And leaving the vague till last

It is a broken thing
Waiting
For the making new
A mosaic of jagged pieces
painstakingly placed
By trial and error
Into a picture that
Breathes and stretches
as it gets made

Always resisting the urge
To rebuild what once was broken
These razor edges resist
The anesthesia
Of forgetting their birth


It is standing at the tomb of an old friend
And calling the unknown to rise.


Tuesday, February 06, 2018

Two

She hides her rage well
Down deep
It leaks into the water
Strains into the aquifers
Creeps into the buckets
To spill with heavy wetness
When her moments start to shake

She hides her rage well
Behind questions too big for asking
"Where?! Where!? Why!?"
Snapping in the wind of her mind
Like a tattered flag
Lost on a battle field
Where is the king now?
Why has he been gone so long?

Some things I found in my diary

Sometimes I forget
How to go places with my feet.
Or without them.
Or within them.

..

To be Samson
And push
On the pillars of injustice.

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