Dark Paths Towards Light

And still a fractured self
That hurts and bleeds and cries
And still is slow to trust
Still afraid to obey
Still afraid of stillness.

Does this story end well?
Do we make it out alive?
Is there hope not just then,
but now?
Is this life worth living at all?

How do you trust this Jesus
This God made man
This one you never saw
And never
felt his skin.



Your head,
not kept up
Your eyes,
empty and still
Your shoulders,
low and hunched
Your voice,
a whisper.

I do not stop for coffee
when I have no hope
and it is hard to speak to God
here in this desert.

But seeing you
I am reminded
of this sad thing:
I am not alone
in hurting,
in grieving,
in pain.

But it has grown hard
hard to take on another’s pain
hard to love
hard to comfort
when I have such little faith
and even less hope.

But I see you stranger
I see it in your eyes
I know that this moment is misery
And if you would just look at me
for a moment
you would see
that you are not alone.

That Waitress

Because the waitress can be nice
And already knows to serve
You want to ask her out
But haven’t got the nerve.

You make up your excuses
And tell yourself it’s right
But when her shift is over
You’ll still be alone tonight.

You know she’s very pretty
And can fake a pretty smile
And you know she works her ass off
Mile after mile.

She has a certain mystery
You wish you could ignore
But here you are again my friend
At her table through her door.

I’ll give you this just this once
It’s hard to start from scratch
But fires never burn a thing
Until you light the match.


To the weak that toil beneath the sun

And long for rest under the shade

Have you my friend even begun?

To make your way to where it’s laid?


But who can find the way so far?

And climb themselves up there so high?

And who can weather many storms?

The ones that come to see you die.


We long for what is there my friend

And wish that it were ours to hold

But wishing never made it so

And many trying won’t die old.

Advice to Radar

Sometimes it’s hard simply just to be

And you can’t imagine any good end

And if you can’t even end well in your mind,

How will the real life end?


Sometimes the hardest thing

Is being where you are

And time will not support you

Not even the littlest bit.


Sometimes you get stuck in your mind

Trying to find a way for your real life

Not succeeding you become lost

And you lose touch with the real.


Sometimes it seems unbearable

It being the thing

And what are you to do?

What are you to do?