The curtain you’ve drawn o’er the windows to your soul,
but I still see you go
back and forth, back and forth.
Do I sit down at the right hand of your dreams?
How long will you stay in a stage immobilized?
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Tag: poetry
Projection
The sliding glass doors reflect the light
‘til the room
is a doubly aglow,
and I can see you as well
as the squirrels heard hunting for morsels
on our balcony see us.
You sit close enough for me
to smell your butterscotch skin,
but your words are music to my ears-
not pleasant, but foreign.Read More »
Radiant
Pushing forward where none would dare,
I do not need the audacity,
that I could never muster;
I bring with me boldness.
And does it make you happy?Read More »
Scruffy
I called the disorder by its name,
and it stopped, dead in its tracks,
jerked its hand from the crooked heart and
tried to wipe me off its face,Read More »
The Gown
The memories we’d yet to live
unrolled before my mind
like a black and white scroll full
of mural after mural, and I
longed for the day when
you’d come color in.
Little did I know you’d shadeRead More »
months bent sweating in the field
harvest pumpkins for a gift
given with cold final kiss
as the once green leaves fell down
A limitation of counseling/The good poem I wrote after writing a bad one
Poetry he said to be the best
words in the best
order,
but some of my best words in their
best order
are too efficient.
Some of my ideas mustn’t be shown
but declared.
Some of my expressions weren’t
made for an audience.
Some of my wounds can only be healed
in relationship.
The Walk (From Matt. 14:22-33 and Gen. 1-3)
“If it’s you, command me to come to you,”
Peter cried.
For surely if the Lord could speak,
casting demons out, causing sick to be well,
The Lord could command Peter’s feet to tread,
could provide the power to accomplish it,
could sustain His disciple as he walked on water.
The Lord said, “Come,”
and there Peter went.
I remember walking…
with GodRead More »
Taboo Diagnoses
I do not know what it is they do not wish to make me feel-
Awkward? Embarrassed?
Sad, perhaps. And
too
tired.
But I am only sick of some of the alien mental fodder.
Do you know the paths well enough
to see an entrance to a cave
in which I am alone?
And are you brave enough to bearRead More »
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