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 »
If not left dead, left strengthened,
but for the first time, I’m starting to think
this may not be the kind of story
where I make it out alive.Read More »
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.
“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 »
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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