The 4th with a plague

It's 110 degrees there's a significant wind moving the leaves of our sissoos and elms. From the window outside looks inviting I'm tired of being inside tired of air conditioning and my couch I want to feel some heat, some breeze something Watermelon that's what I want I'll go get a watermelon "I'm going to... Continue Reading →

Suffocate Death

Lord, it's too much Too much evil Too much death Too much weight Weight my chest can't bear I know you say, "Bring it here" But when I try I can't lift it I can't speak it It can't stay this way I don't know how to Open my mouth and say All the pain... Continue Reading →

Nine

I have the ability to detach let the fog roll in and relax into oblivion. But the flowers on my table and the crisp, cool morning air draw me back to beauty. I have the ability to check-out and act like everything is fine. I can move and watch myself carry on. Pressing on. Walking... Continue Reading →

New birth memorial

I don't ever want to forget tonight when you told me "Someone else is King, not me" and you bent your knee to He. I don't ever want this memory to fade I want it as bright as the new day that will dawn tomorrow I want to tattoo it to my arm and yours... Continue Reading →

I cried and I will sing

I cried You heard me You did not let pride win You healed my rotting heart You reached down and yanked me out of my self-made pit So I will sing I will run to you and thank you unashamed I will dance I will remember and not be silent.

A Man You Shall Be

Son tomorrow you turn thirteen Lemuel's mother's words sting I know ways that destroy kings And the man that I'm raising   Hot tears in my eyes Lump in my throat I plead with the Lord Another story be wrote   I know there's no keeping you from sin While still in my womb sin... Continue Reading →

45 is a number

between 16 and the day after tomorrow it's a disorienting fog a miry bog to get bogged down in numbers of years years that go by fast days that go by slow slow as the answer that hasn't yet come to my prayer prayer pray for days and days and years and then you're 45... Continue Reading →

A Response to Psalm 45

Jesus, You are the most handsome of the sons of men because you speak grace and truth not flattery. You're not cruel. Might and splendor and majesty are in the way you walk. Bending at the knee down to my dirty feet where you wash me clean. You don't ride out using your power to... Continue Reading →

My Psalm

How long? How many more days do I have to cry bitterly asking you how long? My heart is sick my hope is deferred my heart hopes for what I can't conjure. How long must I try to find a quiet place to get away from the constant strain of this yoke pulling me one... Continue Reading →

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