#undignified
I want the joy that would let me dance in the street,
The heart that would let me do so with no care,
The innocence that allows me undignified naivete,
The soul for worship without a second thought.
I long for the dance,
The beauty of worship before our Creator.
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 12:23 AM UTC
There aren’t many jobs
where Sunday night
cold grips your guts
and has you palpitate
while midwives are called
and antiques are roadshowed
every inch of will is bent up
in figuring the impossible
if we all know how leading horses to water ends
then can we not give the stable hands a break?
As I watch my own digits shake,
stable hands seems like a joke
no one lets me in on
Sep 26, 2021
Sep 26, 2021 at 3:24 PM UTC
We try to sink into the crepuscular
as behind, another working week
picks us out of its teeth
we throw a couple of weaves
into the route to the sofa
for a headful of peace, maybe
though home has deaf ears too,
we love them
and through years of gaining favour
we’ll keep bruised hearts open there
beyond, you’ll see each aortal latch fixed,
each ventricular bolt slid
and each arterial snib
locked
if sweat and tears are the currency
you’d better ****** earn it
Sep 24, 2021
Sep 24, 2021 at 12:39 PM UTC