What’s your favorite thing to cook?
As someone who looks around and finds more questions than answers, my favorite thing to cook is the status quo…the pot that I’m all-too-content to stir.
As if from Eden
Essences of truth remained
Thus, I hearkened back
Can you share a positive example of where you’ve felt loved?
>Where< I’ve felt loved, is in my sinew, and that’s because I’ve >always< felt loved — even before I was conceived.
These days, though, my sinew also hurts….
It hurts in my sinew
My sinew, I say!
The nightmare of night
That has dampened each day
Our terror-filled teens
Our men thrown elsewhere
Our women, wild-eyed
Our babies…none care
The response of my cells
Serves to insulate me
Indignant indifference
Where went my empathy?
I think that I know
When will I know I don’t?
If I stay echo-chambered
Then the fact is, I won’t
When God has equipped
When Jesus has taught
When the Spirit has led
We cannot fail to walk
How do I cleanse it
That place I don’t touch
That place, too, is mine
I must treat it as such
As light pulled from dark
By our Maker’s hand
When we act as we pray
We join Him where He stands
I shan’t become numb
To the crimes that I see
Today, against “them”
And tomorrow…me
Original Thought Credit: Genesis 1:4 “God saw that the light was good, and He separated the light from the darkness.”
What colleges have you attended?
Having enjoyed college and grad school, as a mid-westerner, this is the time of year I instead need to recollect Spring Break.
Were I to die there
In my head
I know I’d rise there
Featherbed
White sand and sunshine
Surround me
Fine days and warm nights
By the sea
Steal away the only way
Is what to do
Muscle car and sixth gear
The dream comes true
If you started a sports team, what would the colors and mascot be?
I once co-organized a sports team and our colors were iridescent — shifting from rosé to blue. Our mascot was a mystery.
“What time is it?” I dared not ask — for, the shadow was skulking in fit
“How much will this cost?” the shadow’d demand — never once seeing all that I’d lost
Across the horizons of vintage floorboards, the Sun still shines, happily
Time over there and Loss over here, each our own cheerleader, sadly
Yesteryear, but still palpably here
Where do we put all of it — whether resigned…or, with determined grit?
Will it be what we wear, until joy feels threadbare
Place it, do we, on some high shelf — that we could walk forth
Fooling ourselves?
Yes, yesteryear, you have the heart’s ear
Yet, you cannot own time — nor our feet, or life’s rhythm and rhyme
Not the movement or music
Not the questions and answers
No more stealing away and distorting our stories, is grief
Name the most expensive personal item you’ve ever purchased (not your home or car).
The most expensive personal item(s) I’ve ever purchased was my own principles. Once we allow our core values and self-worth to be trampled, redeeming them will always come at a great cost.
Yeah, no one lit a candle, nor did their heart yearn
No one went to war to bring your safe return
Love was tears at story’s end, turned on for show
Honor never crossed their mind — they sieged you, now you know
To cherish meant your vacancy by their decree
It still snows in summertime as you look back and see
Word were things they shopped for in society’s store
Legless stumblings daily dropped to the editing room floor
The pool of water calls them as a siren song
If you are a spring to it, that’s abjectly wrong
See the bitter-burnt
Tether to hope, then take heart
Give, in return, love
Why, son, if you did right
Turned out alright
Spoke honest
Were kind, and all that
Do you fear your broken heart?
You gave your all
Did not make her feel small
At her gazed, only
Promised her your days
Now, nighttime…damn, dark nighttime
Take back your breath she stole
Beggar no more — you’re whole
This will take all you know
You did right by her, didn’t you?
Now do right by you
What would you do if you lost all your possessions?
If I lost all my possessions, then I hope I’d respond by embracing my freedoms.
I hope….
‘neath twilight,
Now gone, night
Breezeless, that we’d hear
Sun thinking
Debating
Not coming too near
Earth rustles
We wrestle
Then, loose unchecked fear!
The stars freeze
Hark! Claim these!
Freedoms, conscience clear
Uncertain toolbox
And uncertain feet
A map that is crumbled and frail
A childhood song wafts
With mem’ries of North
Distant — but God’s path prevails!
Joy, He will give you
Peace, you will have
For, He does call you His own
The world may leave you
Reject, and thieve you
Still you are never alone
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