Stricken With Purpose

What of the bitter
Since I’ve known sweet
When I’ve caused distance
You’ve drawn me near
I cannot unknow
Understanding You’ve giv’n
If there be cracks in cement
We’ll place jewels there
For flowers

Not weeds shall grow here

Ten Atmospheres

Fast and loose
Close to the heart

Leads with her chin

Ten atmospheres

The funny man
Stoic I am 


Yes but no

Cool as can be
Desperately so

Grow old with me

Route 66

Confused by contrasts 
The world may tilt its head
And wonder whether 
Our will is pure
Or has lost its way

He’s not taken aback
And cannot manufacture concern
If in one breath 
Lungs profess His glory
Then in the next
They exhale and entertain
With dialated pupils
Deeper sighs
Sharper canines
Deltoids more deeply defined
Electric blush polka dots

And if with wanderlust
Our heartstrings conspire
To wrangle and lasso
The Auroras
The source of saffron
The Silk Road
The Amazon
Route 66
And all things in between
He won’t show surprise
He knitted that there