TASTE IT
Like your first fat BlackBerry plucked from the hanging vine.
Sweet juicy juice
black diamonds of summer
Swallowing boyhood whole
Plugging along my Florida trail
Light shows twinkling on both lakes. Sun waves wanting to dance with rippling water.
Let it dance.
Feel it
Come bouncing through your playground ready for a game of dodge ball to teach or show you something cruel or miraculous.
One moment to be seen like this, to be rinsed clean by a new dew starlight.
Wise and profound opportunities rise up and blossom.
At night, years ago as you lay on your pillow, your thoughts became a homeless city, their hungry hearts beating for meals and drinks, their ***** hands reaching up and toward the Immaculate Island of peace.
At night hinting through window cracks with possible discoveries waiting to be made- someone is running,
You don't know who ???
But he is running blind through fields of landmines,
holding up a torch trying to call down for more starlight, trying to dig out all knives, trying to remember who he is- beyond this earth bound wreckage.
Trying to ignore all cruel voices reaching out to smash him to pieces.
Daniel is thrown down into the lion's den.
At night on a pillow, sleepless love dancing between clouds
Their guns have missed their target.
Hurry.
Taste it now.
It's becoming.
A crunching field of snow.
Kneel down to kiss it.
A torch burning strong in the heaven of your heart.
Rise up to seize it.
Something incredible shines and leaks out from her eyes,
Her cursive poetry dared to threaten perfection.
You can breathe again but now you must bear down and also endure it.
Feel it.
Sharp and full of arrow fire.
Now nobody can sleep again.
Out the door. You run away.
Who cares where?
One suit case filled with only a black jacket, three ripped journals, a pen, and a battlefield full of wounds hoping for repair.
When will the Lion lay down with the Lamb?
Taste it.
Flowers in the air.
Her eyes singing love.
My heart has no bounds now.
One wing on the moon.
One wing somewhere else.
Night angels sensed but not seen. Shhhhh. We have a great plan. Keep becoming.
Yesterday you were the wound trying to fill in the blanks.
Today You are healed because you know the answers to your own questions, because the grass accepts rain fall, because the search for something greater lies in every human heart awaiting to be found.
It is an unhatched egg hiding in a 1000 miles of blackberries.
Feet stained purple from walking, sometimes dancing.
Always on the look out for a sign or miracle, but then you look around you and you realize it's all a miracle.
Even with the heavy shadow following you behind sly whispers of denial.
A monster is blowing up the world.
It follows for your soul.
Taste it.
A crafted potion for submission.
Taste it.
A mailed out priority, delivered rejection letter screaming between both ears promising fatalities.
It's knocking me down and around the mud pits of desire.
Someone is calling to me through wave after wave of fire.
I gotta tell ya one day you'll be strong.
Feel it.
A quest for light. Breaking out upon cold surface.
Hair raised up on neck.
The suitcase torn open.
The jacket torn and ragged.
The pen bled dry.
The journals filled up.
Sometimes every word gets eaten up by lions.
Still,
A deep longing stirs and calls you from some animated world out there. Sometimes it's loud and clear, other times like a last wave from a dying ocean.
Sometimes every word gets eaten up by Lions.
Are you real?
Am I a lost travelor?
What ***** beast has emerged from all these tests of strength for wings.
Daniel climbs out of the lion's den.
Taste it.
Victory parading down a once homeless city. Now everyone can sleep sound in their own houses.
Taste it.
This hatching egg of peace
That holds the love for the entire universe.
Feel it.
A mighty Lion laying down with the Lamb-
In a precious field spread out inside
Your own
star dripping heart.
Taste it now.
Weary desert travelor-
A black diamond BlackBerry
Singing summer from her eyes. Taste it
Sweetest water from this heaven.
This will not be the final, dying wave crashing in your ocean.
I see a shape walking from the waves.
Who emerges?
A future child to lead us all.
