Man, you've got to take a step back. I mean you come on a
Little heavy.
I know you've got to write,
But it can be a little intense
And creepy.
I know you'll vdraw me an
Expose on Ecclesiastes,
But I'll show you about baiting hooks in the wind
And learning to let go.
There's something more..
Some larger connection
To the moments we live
For more than ourselves.
The missing part we call
God.
That silent stirring,
A rush of wind, A whisper
At the edge of waking.
A brush, a feather,
Someone calling our name,
But we know not where.
In a moment's clarity,
Seeing ourselves for who
We really are.
A dry time turned oasis.
The healing heart rises
With the Spirit,
Both infused with God
And separate in Father
And Son. Sometimes my
Catholic heart bleeds through my tee shirt.
And I always end up where I
Should be. To the edge of the page and over.