I Would Listen

Though it pierce me in the heart
And draw blood in ocean waves
Though it tell me sweet sweet things
That there is love for me.

Though it tell me I must change
though it tell me I must move
though it tell me I must act
though it tell me I must wait.

Though my ears are deaf
and my tongue is dumb
truth is what I seek
and of course its love.

Travels

Here in the bright sun
With the hot wind at day
And the cold wind at night
With the sand
And the snakes,

Here the harshness speaks volumes
Speaks words we would never want to say
Speaks of our hearts and to our hearts
And here (in this wilderness)
Is the voice of God.

Let my heart be still
And let the words ring clear
Whether a whisper or a shout
From a friend
or an enemy
Let me listen in this place
and let what is spoken
sit in my bones
and may my mind and heart understand
What my soul has already learned.

We have all been many places
even if we never leave home
and what we look for
this is not inside of ourselves.

It Is Hard To Remember

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.

But He Can Always Speak

From here
on the floor
with the grains of the wood
and the stains of blood
and whiskey
from here is where I rise.

Splinters in the wood
and scratches all around
become the grain of life
and so we find a path
and pattern
in the most unlikeliest of places–
on this floor.

There are lines that speak of order
even down so low as this
and it is God’s sweet grace
to open our eyes that we might see
the lines beneath the whiskey
and dirt
and blood.