Disgusting

There is something sick inside me, it is

Easier to be ill

I know nothing so well as disease, I am

Better at being sick than any facet of humanity

I would otherwise display.

Fear blossoms, whispers inability

I know better the honeyed pity, the bleeding sympathy that flows

I can manage the gratitude they exude

That their lot has not fallen as mine;

I am better at belonging in the hospital bed

Than any talent I can find

Something in me longs for that familiarity

Take me back where I understand and am understood

The beeps and monitors I speak, the veins and lines that intersect at a nurse’s hand

It is far more ordered than this chaotic land

I have more to offer in the crisp-white room than in this panicked time;

I can offer mystery; blood and antibodies and metabolic panels that defy reason

I hold curiosity; extra collagen and misery

I know not where else to run when

I

Bleed

But

Someone wants my uncertain mess; this diseased, distressed, and homeless wreck

A God so clean, with want of me? How delightfully wrong it seems

But… it is there I surely belong.

Judah

There is yet love in your heart; do not let it fade, let it fall

There is yet survival and patches of light

A place for the healing to start; in part

A consequence of what has been lost.

Do not fade, gentle one, in the waves of this passing

Do not shiver yourself out of your bones.

The crossing will pass and the passing will cross

itself into patterns – as of yet unknown.

This place is a journey, your steps are not hollow

The world is still firm ‘neath your feet.

You do not walk solemn… awaken and follow

The Lion who beckons you –

To be free.

water-walking

I wander through unknowns, shivering valleys and deeper lows

My dreams reflect the darkness new- but somehow light is shimmering too

I find myself awash in breath, a consolation in the land of death…

What waits beyond I do not know. A lonely hall dipping dark and low. I will not find what I expect-

But the Lion of Judah, prowling ahead.

Release

It feels so strange.

For so long I have sought disconnection, relief

Thinking the land turned about me

Now new soil greets my feet, an ocean’s expanse

And still the churning – thrashing – burning

No matter how I flee I cannot escape the bleed

No matter where I run I am seen by the

Same

Knowing

Sun

How can I heal? Will this ever cease? Please let me find some

Semblance

Of peace

Agape

Let us love not with vigor, or emotion, or with zest

Let us love not with impassioned words and hearts pounding in our chest

Let us love instead with sorrow and the heartbreakings of heaven,

Each added soul a brimming whole

Of halves and broken edges.

Let us love with all our purpose and our glances and our restings

Let us love with every one in world envisioned like the best

Let us love like nothing ever happened and nothing ever will;

Let us love as wide and far as the east is from the west.

Like God in Earth heals our hurts,

Let us love

Away

The

World.

New

Let your grace soothe me

Let its awesome, terrible power tear down my misconceptions

Knock down every walled-up presupposition

I do not want to live in a bubble of pain

For fear of it popping and the oxygen outside knowing my name

Take me somewhere my heart cries out for you

Fill me with your power, oh God, and your truth.