Supplicant

Do we know what we commit when we pray?
I’m uncertain

Questions, I know I need
After asking for comfort from the One who commands the stars and could right-well hand them to me
Am I earnest enough?
Am I faith-filled?

Is this ignorance or freedom?
What says my soul?

Not Natural

Black diamond, I’m afraid
The day draws near
You’ll allay alone
You scare them so
They’ll ask, aroused
They’ll linger, then loiter
Then, taunted by some ego
They’ll tumble
You found them
You called them
Out

Damnedest Liar

Words I will not speak
Questions I can’t utter
Answers you know and forever owe
To my eyes

I cannot live without you, ’tis true
Did you hear the clover cry all those thousand miles?
This, you promised, our story
You, the damnedest liar!

Business

Should I host a Summer soirée

Invite these many minds?

Mingle, I’d muse, amused

Oppose one another, if you must

But at this backyard meatless meetup

You byob, you rsvp

And look one another in the eye as well