a butterflies wings
a child's laughter
a prayer for ever after
a day without sunshine
a tomorrow without hope
a **** on some bad dope
a door that's left open
a scream unspoken
a picture untaken
or a cup left
unwashed
on a draining board
next to a dishwasher

In the early days
I can’t always remember
Things were so full of yellow and blue
And sunrise and sky
And sprinklers and bikes
Then with parting screams
Life was orange and brown
And sunset and birds
And movies and tears
In it’s wake I drowned with grey and maroon
And clouds and hoodies
And work and sighs
Consumed by the dark I could finally breath
And I became yellow and blue once more

desire has no mercy
like a red morning light
tickling your feet
it has me transparent
it has me transformed
into roar, thunder, wave
or quicksand in your hands
till the air in between
is fully charged,
radioactive
and insane

are suggested quickly, no time taken to

utter the words. yet. it will take a while

to order, to plant, it will all be lovely,

unless bitter words entice despondency,

low spirits from a loss of hope, of courage.


we shall carry on until the paint runs out,

then we shall clean the old rugs., order two hundred

bluebells.


he often has good ideas.

We all have it
or at least I think we do
That ache or sorrow of heart
When in moments all alone
we sit sometimes on the edge of the bed for hours
Each breath slow and easy
as that hollow ache swallows the whole heart

I wonder if it comes from God letting us know what it feels like to be rejected by the people we love

When Jesus was 12 he attended the Passover festivals in Jerusalem with his parents . After the holiday was over everyone packed up and left only concerned about their destination . About half way home his parents realized he was not there and made a hasty retreat back to Jerusalem . They found him in the Temple teaching the priest .

Sometimes we get caught up in our destination and forget what we are missing .
"Why were you searching for me ? Did you not know I must be in my father's house ?"

Maybe that hollow ache is the missing presence of our Father's house inside .

Maybe going somewhere without is going nowhere at all .


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Oh Summer, let me count thy ways as I bask
inside the sunlight of your sunny spice
Oh Summer, may I drink from your flaxen flask
before winter turns my skin as cold as ice

Oh Summer, dance me to the end of August
then dance me to the end of love.  
Oh Summer, before my memory turns to dust
come and fit me like a glove...

Oh Summer, favored amongst all seasons
with your golden rays of yupik mesquite  
Oh summer, give me all your fiery beacons
lay your leathery heat on me, replete

Oh Summer, Oh Summer, Oh Summer,  
you'll be gone soon and that is a ****** !