Love, Felt and Practiced

And braver still
you took my head
and kissed me on the mouth.

Where Are You?

Blistering morning come to find
A place of peace from my own mind
That let’s me ward the harshest chill
And keeps me from the growing ill.

Torn to find the pieces whole
Lost to find the wand’ring soul
Left behind to fight or die
Always wanting to ask why.

Least in numbers here we wait
At the fore behind the gate
Never do we seem to see
All the blessings found in Thee.

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Circles

Life and all its haunting songs
Lives to bleed and heal and die
Oft we should be grateful here
That we are born again.

Sleep
Oh long lost companion
oh sweet lover
come.

Culture

Still I found the aching tree
waiting with the world’s desires
and though we tried to set it free
It could not quench the holy pyres.

Dear Stranger

I saw you there
in the coffee shop
drinking coffee.

I saw your bible open
and your journal too
while you drank your coffee.

It’s not that I didn’t see your long blonde hair
Or appreciate your beautiful eyes
Or notice your curves.

But those things are common
especially among the young
I see pretty girls every day…

But I do not see
open bibles and journals
next to cups of coffee.

It took equal parts
self control and depression
to keep me from approaching.

Sometimes,
a line should be a route–
not something up your nose.

Sometimes,
a drink should satisfy–
not inebriate.

Sometimes,
the twitching you see in a stranger
is not what you think.

To My Love XIV

To find a lost love sewn in time
Like some abandoned seed of hope
Long forgotten in the earth
It grows and grows and grows.

Will you hear my battered voice?
Singing sweet as I know how
Hoping that it pleases thee
Enough to sit down at my side.

Cup

White,
Clay,
and round.

I see the reflection
of light
inside your rim.

The steam comes forth
from inside of you
from the hope within.

And there is a handle
I think
it is to hold on to.

Morning

In this man-made silence
I feel a stirring
and the drums beat softly
growing in volume
until they take over
and the silence is lost
in the pounding rhythm
And we rise.

Trinity

When He answers
It is time for me to sit.

When He speaks
It is time for me to act.

When He loves
I am completely undone.