Distance of Doubt
July 29, 2018
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.
Mud… and the Home to Which We’re Bound…
October 26, 2016
While Playing With Moon-Shadows…
March 7, 2015
The stories say
With confidence –
Risk
Our given parts
To play?
Trusting fate
In Great-God’s gaps
Standing
All nothing
But steady
Til some love slaps,
Demanding
Everything!
Swivel-
Tables turn like a mid-winter’s sunset…
And the moon, new,
Knew…
When to turn her head,
Yet…
We’ve times and dark seasons
Where we’ve all flung our treasons.
Still He stays, good, and He’s
Got His love’s reasons,
Con-cluded in the stars
For leaving-
Leaving scars.
Like a delta, earth-dispersing,
While
The jeopardous ocean’s fed.
It felt like a shipwreck
In the sands
Left
Salty, littered, red.
And it tugs at our hearts
Like wind through our hair
Like sunlight
Speckled skin, tans,
Bare-
But then-
But then…
Without shade’s ken,
It burns
And here again,
Toward mortal men,
The now-full moon
Turns…
Her wizened head.
Remember
How he said,
“Facing sundry trials,
We ought to
Consider it pure joy…” ?
Well,
While playing with moon-shadows,
I… want to
-I do-
Under faith’s night,
Like a boy.
Snowflower…
November 9, 2014
A’far inland,
So far,
Unplanned,
A new enchantment
Lilting.
A flower blooms
Amidst the glooms
Of winter-
Fears of wilting
Wither, wiling,
Waft away.
The pristine white,
Silence in sight,
Yester’s
Snowfall lay,
Surrounded by
The long-drawn night
And yet it shines,
With an ethereal light
This snow flower,
Fox-red, fay.
Motes M’love…
April 3, 2014
The Trust that Rest Embodies… The Truth that Mystery Speaks…
January 9, 2012
To build…
February 21, 2011
Have you ever played blocks?
Yes. Of course you have.
Have you ever played blocks,
with
a younger child?
You pick one up,
-one block among many,
and at the first sign of stacking…
-the first hint,
that something
is being built…
-when two
now
stand taller
than one
could on its own-
your little playmate,
with one,
swift, destructive stroke
undoes…
your doing…
Where two
once stood
-needing eachother-
now ruin remains…
and with each
following attempt,
the deep, hidden well
of desire
for destruction,
is drawn from, again,
out of the depths of Adam’s heart…
and the top of your tower
never knows
those heights
which were its aim.
No higher view
than the occasional two,
does the project provide.
This, is the cost…
of building,
together…
This irregularity
is the
leaf
to the tree
that is love,
catching raindrops,
fueling growth.
In imbalance,
a greater balance
is gained.