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 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 →

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 →


in the blackness all I have is Your hand so don't pat me on the head and tell me it will all be all right don't shrink my head and tell me to try harder don't tell me I'm not enough don't tell me I'm just fine tell me the truth take me away lead... Continue Reading →

the killing jar

when I was a child, I sped out into the singing summer night to catch with clumsy hands the fireflies that flitted, fairy-like, above my upturned eyes. lovingly I placed them into the lidded jar that would later, to my confused tears, kill them. now that I am grown I feel I know the killing... Continue Reading →

today I felt my heart pass through me like a ghost and move on down a path my feet could not follow

only dimly

reaching out for something weighty, I feel the lightness of what I am like feet that cross the chasm's edge looking for gravity and tumble end over end in free-fall, held by gravity but unable to sense it. I am pinned in place by a truth I cannot comprehend I am held by it like... Continue Reading →

three in the morning

Three in the morning, The trains roll by. I lay awake, their lonesome call Spanning the dark miles of sleeping ground, Drifting over bracken And November frost, Alive in the stillness, and howling with it. In my little room The ghosts of headlights Pass through the window, Search the empty walls, And pass on. .... Continue Reading →

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