If you’re trekking alone in the dark
The train station within sight
Hope of home in your heart
Schedule unknown but hoping you won’t be late
Those obstacles in the meantime?
The throngs of strangers
The loved One who neither noticed you’re gone, nor cares whether you’ll ever return
A nearly dead battery and bank balance
Yesterday tethered around your ankles
Take comfort, you are seen
Someday, in 20/20 hindsight, find
A candle shone in some window
That beautiful soul, burned for you
The train leaves sharp at 11:11pm
You are loved far greater than you think
Now run, freely
And step lively


Remind me to love, Lord
One ear up to all the world
One myopic eye
Just one
To all that ails me
Give me You
A curiosity-cocked mind
To learn just what is their need
Light to shine, that all feel seen
Many comforts and time to share
Proceed out of Winter
My hard-earned wisdom I offer, my friend
It is inhuman to have forsaken the Sun as we have
The birds beckon you now, none too early
Travel to June
That the Summer may hold you and lilac unfold before you
Emerge from here, unbroken
afterall
Fearless
Running into Winter as warriors, prepared
Ecstatic, that next time shall not surprise us, this time!
If you are just Pain
When you’d tried to be just Love
Are you still just Pain?
Move amongst who’s quick to quip
“I love you,” and the like
Together, if even apart
Find yourself offering up applause
Whether they crush it
Whether they barely manage a tick
An, “atta boy”
An, “atta girl”
In this life and beyond
Shadow work to do now
Let’s face it — I didn’t care
I did, and then…I didn’t
I do — or it’s possible, I don’t
Tell me what you think, and don’t hold back
We can’t stay here forever
For fuck’s sake, why would we want to?
Who isn’t ready, at this point, for some great and epic adventure!
Who?
Tell me
This is my prayer, my petition
My pardon
Now friend, come outside
See me, how I summon thee
Each and ev’ry morn’
Too many nights
Tonight finally was
Begging God
Which He warns us against
But He loves you, so
Just this one last time….
Bring him back
I love him unending
Bid him tell me why
I was not worth a goodbye
The mirror becomes exhausted seeing your broken heartedness
605 nights
You finally break your own heart enough to tell yourself
I love you, Lisa
Say that instead
Such words do not feel so difficult or surprising afterall
And you believe it
You are nothing more
Than a bad, blurry photo
I wish I’d not seen
My morning cup, filled
The wonder! Why in the world
That this could be so
Would we allow it
Our eyes and mind be lifted
And we’d rise with Him
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