
2-Word Challenge – Dew/Existential

Faith, Health, and Other Musings
May our minds flourish with creation, and may our hands never deny its expression.
Spirit and dust
and the ocean’s rust
Divinity meets earth
in its laboring for birth
When the chasm opens wide
A creature crawls and cries
Painted by the bow in the sky
The cooing wind names it Pride.
All those flames
and you couldn’t kill
one witch
or her spirit
If it makes it past my heart
I’ll kill it with my hands
There’s an echo in the mountains
When the body lands
Not a person
But a planet full
Vast in its purple oceans
And many in its moons
Dragging me into your orbit
And drowning me in your
Violet waves
In the morning
I reject the light
Ruin days and
Ravage nights
A brute forcing felicity
from its gilded throne
The joy that is lost
is the joy that was my own
My nightmares
are my own;
unfelt and unseen
yet the tremors
are heard in the morn,
dull echoes
hidden in sharp alarms,
falling to sleep
waking to rise
life to day
death to night,
ending its story
as we all do
in our fatal haste to new
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.
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.