Genesis his blood
Deuteronomy his hands
Psalms his lips
Isaiah his shoulders
Matthew his feet
Romans his knees
Ephesians his heart
Colossians his back
Revelation his reward

Love is
             Faith,
             Drunk.

Drag your digits down
your worked apron
Take a draw from
your plastic hero of hydration
Good, you are in one piece
Tuesday is almost over
But those binders won't organize themselves
Resume your duties
as Keeper of the Service Desk

All I know about Beau
is that there are about
six and half feet
between his head and
his shoes.
All I know about Beau
is that most of his paycheck goes to CEO of Fanta
and on a good day
he can carry four glass
bottles at a time.
All I know about Beau
is that today for lunch he had expensive ice
cream in a waffle cone.
All I know about Beau
is that I have never seen him smile.

A toothy grin,
a genuine Joy.

A tight hug,
a full Heart.

A simple question,
a humble Spirit.

A steady hand,
a learned Mind.

A golden soul,
a bright Spark.

Three perfectly straight lines
command my attention
and decidedly call
the shots.
They are predictable
but they surprise.
They are messengers of an Earthly construct
that is helplessly
subject to the Master.

Hey friend! I have a lot to tell you
Friend! You are greater
than your failures.
Friend! You are creation
and there is a creator.
Friend! You are redeemed
and there is a redeemer.
Friend! You are loved
and there is a lover,
who loves far beyond
that man
no boy with so much apathy in
his bones, so much laze
in his blood
with his thumbs
over the levers, buttons,
joysticks that have never
will never know joy, please.  

Friend you are more.
Friend He is more!
Friend, I will never
tell you. I am no
friend.