"But what if he's not my best friend?"
"Then I won't send him."
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
The heart of fall leaves
Uncertain and faltering
Carried by breeze
Against a gray, chilled sky
Twisted and taken by things all around
Shifting from heights low and then high
Carried to places unknown
Lands on a rooftop wishing for peace
Taken afar with a brush of change
Destiny driven
Chase of The Presence
Sets for but moments
Settled for time
Carried by breeze
Against a gray, chilled sky
Twisted and taken by things all around
Shifting from heights low and then high
Carried to places unknown
Lands on a rooftop wishing for peace
Taken afar with a brush of change
Destiny driven
Chase of The Presence
Sets for but moments
Settled for time
Monday, November 21, 2011
The 55 of Psalm
"And I say, "Oh, that I had wings like a dove! I would fly away and be at rest;
yes, I would wander far away; I would lodge in the wilderness;
I would hurry to find a shelter from the raging wind and tempest.
...Cast your burden on the Lord, and he will sustain you; he will never permit the righteous to be moved."
yes, I would wander far away; I would lodge in the wilderness;
I would hurry to find a shelter from the raging wind and tempest.
...Cast your burden on the Lord, and he will sustain you; he will never permit the righteous to be moved."
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Day of Gray
This place comes and goes
visits unannounced
reckless and abandoning
pulls down below a fog
eyes squint to see the light
ships gnarled on the rocks
they were innocent you know
Monday, July 25, 2011
Thursday, June 23, 2011
To be called Royalty.
To see oneself as deserving
Utterly wretched
Yet, as wretched- forgotten
Precious
Worth something, anything
More than deserving
Born into a position of reverence
Given a rich destiny
Called Beloved
To wear glory as if it belonged to you
Above filth, above mocking
For a sinking heart and lowered eyes
To be raised up?
Invited to dance?
Requested to sit before The King?
Royalty!?
A breath does not come
Vein's pulsing with emotion
Drained in gratefulness
To be Royalty.
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Separated.
An email at work
Separated spreadsheets
Puts into a trance
Separated. Alienated.
One whole but two parts
A thousand miles away
No, millions
No, galaxies.
So far, a heart so gone
Torn, ripped
Confused. Sorely confused.
Running. No, racing stupid.
Beating in panic.
Hurting in guilt.
Far from together.
Far from secure.
Alone.
Dear God.
For your sake, you see?
Chase.
For faithfulness.
Love.
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