You know,
I wonder about you
which probably makes the title a little to easy
but the thing is,
I don’t wonder about everyone.
It is not necessarily anything to do
with romance
or pity
(both of which are good-
despite our culture ruining the first and decrying the second)
But it is unusual.
People are what matter
And this is easy to forget
But I have not forgotten you.
Preach to me preacher
For the godless comedian speaks to my pain
Preach to me preacher
For I am alone
In the midst of our people
I am alone
God’s word cuts deep
And I do not think I can bear it
Preach to me preacher
And let me be hewn asunder.
Is there a rising?
A strategy?
A hope?
Or do we fall
Grow limp
and despair?
But what could I write?
From here in the deadest place
Feelings tear apart.
To believe in the kind intention of God
Towards yourself
Is easier said than done.
The world, after all,
is full of shit
and you yourself have helped make it so.
But as your anguish proves God right
in every word He said on sin
you will need more than truth.
So here’s a prayer:
God,
Comfort me.
Sometimes when you open up
A person doesn’t respond
(and they certainly don’t open up to you)
And you feel exposed
And vulnerable
And at least a little hurt.
Sometimes when a person opens up to you
You don’t respond
(and you have no idea what to say)
And you don’t know what to do
And you can tell
That not saying anything hurt.
This whole choice thing
I just don’t get it
and I am beginning to think
That it is simpler than I want it to be
And deeper than I imagine
And all my choices
Were somehow known and not caused
But this I do not understand.
Christ have mercy.
I watched the sunrise over the desert hills this morning
And I remember the waterfalls up north
And the first time I saw a breast I wasn’t supposed to
And how the clouds clung like loose towels to the mountain top
And then they fell away.
The first time I saw a band of wild horses running free
I cried when the sun broke through the clouds
And as hair fell down her back
So I once saw a mountain move.
The giant Orca came near our boat
And we saw her children play
And sometimes I need another’s smile
And still I might just crash.
But one day then forgiven
Even I will see
The beauty so created
That resides in me.
We are shown
so many things
sunsets
the dying
and lover’s smiles
If only we could see
half what we are shown.
I have been
to places inside myself
that I did not know were there.
Come Jesus let there be an end.
A Soul's Walk 