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.
I see you in my dreams, the ones of day and bright
I smile in my sleep
When nights are gilded with your light.
Your eyes are vast oceans
Deep slumbering old pines
My home is within that forest,
Among my evergreens.
Break me, Father
For I am unworthy.
My heart is calloused; prideful;
Flood me with you, drown me in peace
Make empty my thoughts and dreamless my sleep
I cannot swim through this, I cannot climb out
I need you to break and
We sometimes want what will not help…
We seek the lights that will melt our hands
Fingers stretching to touch the gold;
Grasping flames not meant to hold…
We sometimes trust what is always wrong…
Freeing floods deeper than our souls,
Lamenting as we cannot float
Cries for mercy cut off by mill-stones
We trap ourselves then weep for home.
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
How can I heal? Will this ever cease? Please let me find some
I do not need to make all things so real
In an effort to anchor, I let everything
It’s crazy, it subdues
How can one person bear the weight of a billion wrongs?
How can two trembling hands
count the words of endless songs?
Two bony shoulders cannot straighten under the weight
Of every single human beings’ worst moment and mistake.
I must stop anchoring myself to loss
To suffering, and breakage, and torment without cause.
What business have I to empathize
With every one at once?
If I do not break to clean my faith
It will crumble, like dust, all at once.
Not even sunlight can banish the storms
The tempest that turns all it touches to what I abhor
Tributes of gold that flow from the trees;
Touching the sky to flame, to beauty
Nevertheless, my eyes protest
I do not see light. I do not see grace
A simple drive and what do I find?
Woman and child, together outside
God, they’re in agony!
Holding what’s left, someone’s final breaths
They weep, clad in flesh…
A blink and a jolt, I shudder
This is not a vigil.
Just chores. Elbows deep in a bag of mulch.