My Mind Rocks Back

“All four legs, Michael.”

“It’s hard – I’ve got two really long ones.”

Not an excuse
Just a reason
It thundered last night
April’s the season!

My mind rocks back
In a legged chair
Humid Kansas,
Curly hair
Remembering

Mosquito’s buzz playing in my ear
I slowly slipped back to senior year

Choices I was full young enough to make
So much advice I should have been
Old enough to take
Who am I kidding,
I’d be a fake

If I didn’t admit – I’m yet young enough
And older still
With a record, rough
Holding the same quill.

The grass is always greener,
And the bullies aren’t always meaner…

So I signed off on a brand new fence
Between my own past
And my own present-tense.

Manalives!
Covet our own wives!
Chrysali
Receive the prize.

Rocking and swatting
At a thousand mosquitoes
I feel the ground
Leave the tips of my toes.
Flat on my back now
Seeing rainbows’

Worth of butterflies
Reaching, reaching
For the Skyes.
I woke up this morning
To live and realize

Before and beyond
All the chagrin and regret
For His mercy, grace, beauty, joy
I shall praise Him, yet!

Memory Goes Before…

My memory has been
Going before
Desire holding
A friend’s swinging door
Or something more
-Again-
What is all this, actually,

And what is it

For…for…

For now is a War
With who I will be
And who I was
Before,
Either as
Allies or enemies
In mysterious store,
But ever brothers
-Blood bound brothers-
At our core

Our pasts have always played
Our mothers
-Wyrdly-
Wed to The One
Who Is
Before all others.

Each new now I am
But the younger twin
To the elder clone
Of who I have been

Born to adversity
With
The worst within
Versus
The best of Him-
That is: all…
We can win.

Nature,
Nurture nature.
It’s The Second’s call.
Destiny’s One Choice,
Redeems The First’s fall.

I have come to learn
Thus,
I am small
But continuous
And that
-This-
-This-
Is true
Of both halves of us

Time spins these grown, fibrous moments
By which He will weave
Us
Into the single, red threads
We experience, and believe

Forward
As forward is
Yet
Down or up
All depends-
Accept the cup:

We do not tear
Impossible
To pretend
Thus
The loss is half full….
Or at least it was

So, 

To Sew and Sow,

Come, let us reason again together.
Not me without you, believing whatever,
But both of us, 
With that harmonic fuss
Two brothers were born again to make,
Will,
Rise up-
Oh sleepers,
Awake!

Distance of Doubt

Fear casting ahead

Nigh as far as prudence , yet

Farmers plant past death

Now

You may doubt that we,

Chosen of God, destined, ought

Deal with dust at all

Though  

Doubt tills, reaching just

Short of trust. Remember, God

Himself worked the stuff-

You

Fear sowing forward,

Just as far as hope, and yet

Something diff’rent grows 

And it is Very

Good.

God the Father, Time…

Out on a limb

In the spirit like wind

Swaying

With questions to answers

Up

In the sky

You…

You and I

With narrow wooden floors

Under dancers

It’s music

This movement

It’s love living

This tree

I just can’t follow

Which is you

And which

Me?

Or are we both

The one, blown

By the other?

And this now we dance to

Bears another’s fair mother?

Children born into

Spirit

and

Truth.

“Where you go

I will go…”

Church,

Thy name

Is Ruth.

Kids : These Days…

Winter is here

And they’re growing short, grey…

Remembering summer

And that restless, stretched way

They first started growing up-

Ignoring

Their bedtimes.

A Symphony in Mind…

I knew not the wind

Held such a sweet friend

In the sap-anchored, colonies of leaves

Until silence herself danced amidst the sounds

Of the late

Summer’s

Wood wiling

Breeze.

The Way God Pronounces Things Like Love…

There is a linguistics lecture lingering
At the back of my mind
Loitering with the immigrant outside the seven eleven
Where I used to live…

Screaming lyrics at my heart in the dark
To give
Life…
cuz every moment on the lips of the Divine
Is a gift… not only given but given to be given
Again

Sow…
What
Is the question we all need to be asking
Why
Are we here to ask what's
In the first place
Who
Put us where we are
Wondering why
what is even a thing

in this world
Where We
Are the How
Of love.

And that equivocal immigrant placed his last money order and threw out a cigarette too short to bring him any more comfort

Right next to where I lived!

I don't live there anymore…
But if I did-
Oh, if I did…

Anyway,

I live here
Now
I live here:

776 West Santa Fe Place,
Nowville
In
the great state of Grace!

And that curious chorus is still singing a seven billion part harmony
Over me and my regret…

But let me tell you
Regret is not a place.
It has no address.
Still,
We find ways to live in it…
But we don't find ourselves there.

Now though…
Now IS a place,
in the jurisdiction of
The Governor of Grace
and whether we are going
To like it or not
We're living
here!
Sow…
Let's give love back
It's language
And
Let's make it a good one… eh?

Listen!
God's pronouncing…

Today's
Love…
Today.

Held Content…

Sunset like a sigh

After

Laughter

Divine Conspiracy In Doubt…

I see meaning everywhere

-And wonder…

Is it mine?

 

I ask

My self

Is it mine?

 

Moonmet…

Lonely moon
Embracing sky
Just a sliver
Slipping by

Tonight

She does not hear

Fare well…