The Good Day

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.

Behind Me

You won’t see me
Martini
Numbed, ever
Spirits
Drowning my demons, never

I walked from you
Champagne-free
Toasting, forever
Mock(ed) Margarita
Proud, untethered

Post-Victim Era
H2O-flasked
Glowed, better
Sweet Jesus-juiced
My senses, together

Watch This

God, I see You’ve been meddling in this from the start
Your majestic way

We two called upon You
We petitioned for Your peace
You answered with our miracle, praise!

Then how did his eyes stray?
Must he stroll away?

I still stand before You and my brother here
To confess the universe is wildly unpredictable, but this:

You granted love’s grace to us; and,
I do trust in You

Darkness comes to you as beauty
Evil’s delight…to enthrall
By the time you’ve thought against your sweet surrender
You have progressed to your Fall

Wonder not from whence Salvation
Love, Simplicity It’s Name
Fire-refined and the most Faithful Fascination
At your side while through The flames

The I Am

I once watched

With gaping jaw

And guilty skin

This One Guy acknowledge humanity

He came alongside the sorrow

Full-on admitted the fire

Reached out His hand nonetheless

Then stepped forth

In Everlasting Love

That I’d have new life

My God!

So I say, Here Am I