Worship & Waves

Staying

She pulls me

gently

down a well-worn path,

littered with ferns and old letters,

and brings me to

a flowery clearing.

“This is always where they leave,”

she says,

indicating the barren field.

“Yes,” I say,

“this is it.”

“This is what?”

“This is a perfect place

to build a home.”

Halloween

Breathing heavy,

I wait for light to leave the sky –

longing for your nighttime spell

a brutal, tortured tongue-tie.

You haunt me with your drawling voice

dark and yet unseen,

you disturb my foolish, failing heart

and call it Halloween.

A Quiet God with Loud People

Christ sacrificed

skin,

speech,

defense,

and life —

it is,

perhaps,

the least we can do

to sacrifice

our impulse

to dominate

in argument

and put

in its place

prayer.

2 Kinds of People

Since the moment

I found you,

I have only encountered

two kinds of people:

you

and those who aren’t you.

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Poetry

Poetry is for the living,

but death

is what grants it meaning,

making time so fleeting

and love so precious

that even poetry

can scarcely

touch it.

Lands Over Lands

Even if you’ve never

traveled beyond borders,

if you’ve entered

the open arms of love

or eclipsed the lighted end

of despair’s underpass,

you’ve seen

the most exotic things

this life offers.

Beauty

Is something

beautiful

because it is

unexamined —

mysterious, unique, untouched —

or is it

the exploration,

the unearthing of layers,

that makes a thing so radiant?

Pain

We reject pain,

but how

that rejection

— that indominatable spirt

to thrive against loss,

creates the most

beauty!