I think our trouble
with “unifying”
is that we glorify
a beautiful, abstract
unity,
but never —
never —
choose unity
above
sharing each and every
fleeting condemnation
that occurs to us,
and thereby
keep unity
from ever
becoming.
Faith, Health, and Other Musings
May our minds flourish with creation, and may our hands never deny its expression.
I think our trouble
with “unifying”
is that we glorify
a beautiful, abstract
unity,
but never —
never —
choose unity
above
sharing each and every
fleeting condemnation
that occurs to us,
and thereby
keep unity
from ever
becoming.

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.”

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.
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.
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 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.
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.
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?