All that Saves

A warm wind blows
Her warm blonde hair
Waving, washing
If you dare
A wave that washes
Over me
A pale black night
A memory
A scent that makes it
All come back
A warmth that crushes
Tit-for-tat
A surge that brushes
‘Gainst her mind
That rushes through
The sands of time
And in that moment
Stillness reigns
A Savior’s love
Is all that saves

Into Pieces

This is my heart

As it tears into pieces

All of my strength

All of my weakness

All that I’ve left

And all that’s behind

Is missing and mangled

And tangled inside

Everything’s broken

Yet everything’s whole

Things that I feel

That you’ll never know

A heartache so sweet

And I don’t have a reason

But this is my heart

As it tears into pieces

City Lights

The stars are so pretty right now. I can hardly see them through the city lights, but there they are: sparkling like bits of glitter on midnight-black construction paper.

Remember when life was simpler? When all we had to do was look up, make a wish, and somehow we knew – we believed – it would come true?

I’ve been sitting on a bench at this bus stop, doing a little stargazing, and it occurred to me: What if I just hopped on the next bus? Just…went, no matter where it was going? I know this isn’t “allowed.” It can’t be because, for heaven’s sake, it’s a weeknight and I have responsibilities.

But what if I did it, anyway? What would happen? Would it disrupt the space-time continuum? Would the world as we know it come to an end?

I doubt it. In fact, I’m pretty sure civilization would carry on, regardless of what I did or didn’t do tonight; and, ya’ know, I really am tempted to find out the hard way where this next bus leads…

My Joyful Woe

Skies of glass
Of dewdrop stains
A satin sash and
Window panes
Your ghost is hollow
Haunting past
It longs to haunt me
Make it last
Make it whisper
Call my name
Blessed be
The blessed saved
Joyful woe
I revel there
I revel yonder
Spirit bare

Written June 28, 2013
as I reached a crossroads in my life

bright trail
Skies of Glass

Spring Sun Rising

This is how I feel: a spring sun rising over a cold, winter sky.

It’s been a long, dark night, but dawn is approaching….