knives and people, sure
but this ache from missing you
needs the attention of scholars
past and present
to be defined in it's own word
Sep 15, 2018
Sep 15, 2018 at 3:24 PM UTC
If pain
is relative,
then I am drowning
in the same rain
that blooms you.
If suffering
is temporary,
then my clock has
stalled out
from ticking.
If understanding
is mutual,
then my own efforts
have so far outrun
your own
that
relatively,
temporarily
speaking. . .
I stand alone.
Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 7:38 AM UTC
life | and | the knowledge of good and evil
were available for the taking
but neither was enough
to draw her away from the brilliance
of the most High King
until
in that beautiful garden
of plenty
she chose a lie
Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 7:59 AM UTC
stillness
is
translucent red,
if you were wondering
it's the see-through red
of your eyelids against
the sun
invading your
sight
when you would rather
see the darkness
than what is in front of you
it's the see-through red
of the unfinished skin on
the son
assailing your
sight
when you would rather
see the movement
of who is in front of you
Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 10:18 PM UTC
what do you do
when the person
who hurt you
is also the one
who fixes you?
Feb 3, 2018
Feb 3, 2018 at 10:22 PM UTC
You don't want to hear it,
but I still think of him.
When he turns his little feet
in circles, circles, circles,
and waves those jerky fists
I think of him.
When he squeals with delight and leaps
into the arms of everyone
who reaches for him
I think of him.
At night, when he won't sleep
until I rock and sing and
sing and rock again
and falls asleep, still moving,
always moving
I think of him.
I think of how
his feet might have been a
constant circle, too.
I think of how
he would have stared lovingly
at his own little fists.
I think of how
he would have squealed in delight
while the Church passed him around.
I think of how,
when they put him in my arms
he was already asleep
even though
I hadn't sung him
any lullabies.
Feb 3, 2018
Feb 3, 2018 at 2:37 PM UTC
At 3:00am I lay awake
wondering what is this
weird smell???
burned chocolate chip
cookie I would call it
but surely that's not it...
Is it the weird mingling of us?
A dream woke me
(I think - it could also be
the medicine that makes
me into someone you like
again)
Oh,
But the dream
was about spit up.
I think because I'm
so worried about him
and also because it's
probably the thing I see
most in a day
At 5:00am I finally rise
from the warmth of our
body heat burrito and
on my way to the coffee ***
I see that your crockpot
concoction is burned
(hence, the smell)
And I just wish
that someone cared
Jan 27, 2018
Jan 27, 2018 at 4:57 AM UTC
Can you imagine
spending three days
clothed in
bright white light
and a shapeless gown
cut off and
totally isolated
from everything
in a frantic
desperate
aching effort
to be well again
and then
you unravel her
because the escape
wasn't real
and the moment
she lands back
onto the cold earth
she ran from
there it is
waiting for her
worse than ever.
Jan 26, 2018
Jan 26, 2018 at 8:01 AM UTC
If Christ learned obedience
through the things which
he suffered
Then I will choose obedience
because
I suffer
far less than He did.
Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 10:24 PM UTC