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  • Clever

    I cannot out clever

    its Creator

    I cannot out craft

    the Craftiest Maker

    I cannot be more clever

    than cleverness’s Maker. There are no shortcuts to the Way

    Follow the path.

    Follow the path.

    Follow the path.

    The way is the Truth and the Life

    He is the only door

    Jesus Christ

  • words

    some assemble them so fast

    quick as lightning

    quick as thought.

    Words are native to their brain

    no translation

    nothing to be bought

    for me, the exchange rate

    of words

    is time

  • Speak

    words tumble they jumble,

    they fall out my mouth

    they collide and stumble

    //

    cough into gravity

    crash and explode

    bits of coherence —

    Splinter

    every witness

    //

    I tried to gather them together–my words

    paint the picture I meant

    gather the fragments

    It’s already turning to cement.

    //

    Some must be left where they’ve fallen.

    I cannot take them back.

    I can rearrange,

    reassemble;

    but they’re setting fast.

    //

    They’ve already hit the eardrums

    of those nearby,

    some understand

    some shake their head.

    All just tilt their head and sigh.

    //

    a jumble of words,

    incoherent

    a mess

    fragments of words

  • Privilege

    I paid for the privilege of feeling like meat

    and you choose to cast away what we might have.

    //

    I paid for the privilege of feeling elevated to meat,

    I leave it behind for the possibility of you, and you

    refuse it.

    //

    I have another who’ll not reject me,

    another who’s pursued me forever

    He’ll take what I give and then demand more besides.

    //

    To serve Him is a privilege I’ll always abide

    To seek Him, His face, He’s been with me every moment.

    He’ll not reject me, He’ll not leave me.

    He already paid.

    //

    I paid real money for the privilege of feeling like meat,

    But He paid for me,

    He paid the cost of all of me.

    He paid the price for everything I could ever be

    and more.

    //

    It’s a privilege shared by all, but many refuse to call.

    He respects my choices,

    That’s part of the point.

    I’d rather be chosen then left.

  • God of it all 3

    God of the grieving, God of loss

    God of comfort, God a moss

    God of community, God of it all: too much to name any human lifetime

    //

    God of all prey, God of the hunt

    God of the fisherman

    God of the farmer

    God of the rain and God of the hailstorm

    God of the waves and God of the depths

    God of the heights. God of the mountain peaks.

    God of the cold and God of the heat.

  • Quietude

    My quietude is gone. My quietude is

    over I mourn those days

    days of solitude but no solace days

    of quiet days

    of Peace.

    Peace remains.

    Joy begins.

    //

    I cling to my quiet solitude I mourn its passing

    I mourn the loneliness. I mourn the pain

    I mourn the lies that are all dead. The days of my quietude are

    done

    that version of me is dead

    it has been mourned it is lost. It is not worth retrieving

    it like yesterday

    it is gone

    //

    my quietude is over. My wings are spread I

    flap and fly and soar above the clouds

    I draw eyes

    I welcome others. I coordinate

    communities

    my quiet solitude is over

    my quiet solitude is gone

    companionship

    is here

    companionship has begun.

    I seek Your face I walk in Your ways

    I burn for You

    the one You have in store for me

    meanders by my side

    we are not yet committed. If I focus on them, it drives them

    away. I focus on You and I run

    and I know You have better in store for me than I could imagine as I start to juggle

    I marvel at Your gifts

    my days of quietude are done

    my quietude is dust

    I have better things now.

  • Value

    My value is in God alone. I do not see my

    greatness I seek it

    I recognize it

    but to be great is to

    serve

  • illness

    when sickness comes

    weak is sure

    the mind is fuzzy

    all habits poor

  • He’s the God of it all 1

    The God of wisdom and delight,

    pleasure and pain.

    Joy and terror

    who knows of each

    knows them all

    knows their context and their purpose.

    //

    The God of the ridiculous, God of the sublime

    God of sternness, God of humor

    God of death

    God of parenting

    God of infancy

    God of age,

    God of teenage hormones

    God of the foolish

    God of the wise

    God of stars and trees and rocks

    God of ice and fire, wind and water God of

    plasma

    God of spirit

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    Applying gender of the physical equipment is a limitation far beneath Him

    God is so much more than equipment.

    God of every type of genitals

    God of every sex

    God of every gender

    God of sex

    God of childbirth God of menstruation God if testosterone

    God of the feminine God of the masculine

  • God who knows and reaches

    God of every galaxy, who made them

    knows them,

    God of every star who knows them all by name

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    God who knows how many hairs are on my head,

    who knows every foolish stupid decision

    I have ever made and still loves me,

    still wants what is best for me, wants to give me good things

    but also does not want to leave me in the mess that I’m in.

    He does not want to

    leave

    me

    at all

    He gives me every chance, every opportunity

    to change

    to turn to Him

    to reach for Him

    to listen for Him

    to listen

    to Him.