Amidst The Noise

I hope too
I do

I hope He
Whispers with stardust 
My name 
Into your heart 

And it swirls and won’t settle
And it stirs your feet
Until you are found

In the calm wind
Of your name
That He whispered 
Into my heart

Sweet Green Man

Without fail he bends his light in love to you
And colors your name in all the spaces of his places
Run to him girl, pot of gold

A more true bow in all the rain in all the world you’ll not find
Redeem his hope and offer up your second chance
Soothe him girl, pot of gold

Man On The Roof

You steal

Scenes abandoned and almost forgotten

You magnify

Memories faint but revival-worthy

You help

Hearts fighting yet weakened

You build 

Brotherly-love mortared with hope

You. Needed. Here. There.