Ask too many questions
Think too many thoughts
See what you don’t see, but want to
Do too many oughts
Now, if grit and faith were gold
A sultan I’d outspend
For all the “oughtn’t haves” I did
I have become truth’s friend
Inspirational Credit: Ruth 1:19 “So they two went until they came to Bethlehem.”
Wouldn’t we wonder
Wouldn’t we seek
Look up
Wait for words
Wouldn’t we ask for our lives
Wouldn’t we give them back
Stand down
Receive the Word
Wouldn’t we fight
Wouldn’t we push through
Speak up
Deliver the words
What right to realize, to move…to dance
To breathe, to be, then receive
The destruction, after all, was vast
Yet
The beautiful opportunity, now, at hand
To awaken, to erupt, then flow
What wrong to commit, to not move…to not dance
There’ll be no solemn song
No “Hey, you hero of mine!”
Wind beneath their wings you were
Relegate of eagle shadow
Beautiful, smile…hide your pain
Fore-and-aft, you’ll flutter about
Oh, love! How you’ll luff
Teardrop-shaped, yet foil-less
All this windy day is wind
The ocean of you, they showboat atop
Never is not a length of time
But a condition of the heart that wants to believe
And would welcome help
Understanding has capacity
Yet, will not blindly accept
An old soul you must assure, as you walk it across the street
Fight — innate in these bones
Blood-born, not a choice
The sun will set and rise o’er the strive to set things right
Love is what I was
Love is what I’ll always be
I’ll never understand why you didn’t fight for me
Sublime, and a crime
Exhaling toxicity
Now how freedom feels
Leggy
Considering going dancing
And, cannot care whether the two-step is solo
Reminiscent
Keeper…giver…wayfarer
A better time…a good time…now is the time
Blooming
Stationary, unwary, worthy
Holding all manner of good secrets to share
They’re rehaunting them
The wonderlands they once roamed
Where they killed their Queens
The expression,
“Thank you, friend, for your habit of breaking me
For stepping forth as straw-to-camel’s-back o’er my tendency
To give every ounce of me
— despite your toxicity —
That there’d be 100% in we
Unbeknownst to me, artificially
This Union, to me, most seriously
Meant the world, was my all, yet somehow saw me
Move from true joy that was ever deliriously
Full
Into trouble
Taking my sanity
And the strength of me
So that all that I am is now what you see
A human, who failed to live with the clarity
Of the value Jesus saw when He died for me
Here I sit
At curbside, calmed, and quietly
At His cross, listening, finally
To His voice and not yours, you see?”
has early — this Good Day — crossed my blessed lips, gracefully.
City rain sounds
Like Heaven I hope for
A pitter-patter safety
And while slumber keeps me
An open window
An unlocked door
