I cling to You

Through shifting winds and raging storms Each year, the birds catch the invisible thread of their path And migrate into a new season; Through wavering limits of salinity and temperature All the fish in the sea find the hidden, powerful currents And wash away in them; In the night under the dusky canopies of forests... Continue Reading →


Little One

Little one, When I rise at 2am To hold you, squalling Red-faced and indignant And soothe you back to rest Against the cradle Of my ribs I gaze with wonder At the twin lights Of consciousness and feeling Dancing, birth-fresh Behind your eyes And I feel the weight Of your protection Press against my weak... Continue Reading →

i’m not here

an uninvited guest treads heavy in my house what it calls itself i do not know but i call it Hurt it has stolen all the words from the books and painted gray the pictures on my walls it sets hornets loose inside my thoughts and pinches hard the pauses between words all this it... Continue Reading →

the hungry place

in the hungry place a noise reverberates in darkness between the walls a voice cries out then hushes itself listening it howls into spaces no other voice trembles and imagines the echoes are a friend there is a friend that sticks closer than a brother and sometimes I think that friend is just the echo... Continue Reading →

This is the day…

This is the day, which down the void abysm At the Earth-born's spell yawns for Heaven's despotism, And Conquest is dragged captive through the deep: Love, from its awful throne of patient power In the wise heart, from the last giddy hour Of dread endurance, from the slippery, steep, And narrow verge of crag-like agony,... Continue Reading →

I am what You have made of me

You have pressed my brokenness between Your palms and made of me a new kind of ordnance, dense, weighty, deceptively simple and small. You heft me from hand to hand with fierce joy, enjoying Your work, savoring Your plan. I am the stone in the slingshot, the sickle in the field. I am a bullet... Continue Reading →

probably the wrong “somewhere”

slow-building, mundane pressures push me into a mold I don't like. voices, high and low, talk me into a corner I didn't choose. God's tireless chisel crumbles me into a shape I don't understand. my desires fracture and fly out from me in all directions. the path winds, and wanders, and fades into the blank... Continue Reading →

one more chance

i cannot change the world, i cannot heal it, i cannot even fathom it. i am glad that i cannot understand. if i could, i imagine i would only cradle my head in my hands. i thank you God for my light yoke, for my small piece of the puzzle. i am sorry for my... Continue Reading →

no, not at all.

sometimes I think if I drop a rope down, down into the deepest well of my mind and sit patiently in my little rowboat on the surface perhaps something surprising will crawl back out and I wonder would I sit and talk with it awhile? would I hurl it back into the shadow it came... Continue Reading →

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