Wrecked

Sometimes,

I remember that

the radio continues to play

as a car wrecks,

and I think that’s

how we often live –

ravaged by pain,

aware of our destruction,

and, yet,

humming along.

VD 1/4

You are a snow day,

a game-saving buzzer shot,

the first sip of coffee,

and the last page

of my favorite book,

when good defeats evil

and love wins.

Unity

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.

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.”

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.

Character

You don’t just rise in the morning with your character; it’s formed and reformed every day, pressed together, pulled apart, and recreated by your

company

connections

music

moments

books

browsers

paths

and poisons.

Edible

And I guess

we’re all

edible,

letting ourselves be

(or yet being able to stop from being)

devoured by our

expectations,

environment,

and

egos,

being swallowed whole

by the earth

and its many woes.

Rebellion

We all carry hearts

that want to

resist

rebel

riot —

let our rebellion

be against inequality,

disrupting a system

that never saw

our defiant hearts

coming

for it.