It seems a cold, dark shaft where love would bid me go— deep beneath the hills. The memories, sand-like, blow— a heart-blinding draft. I’ve walked the caves before— walked them with a thief until the stars were gone; I know the haunting grief— and I cannot anymore. But I forget that love, with […]
Read more "Take the Lamp"little gods, who fabricate preeminence and struggle endlessly for sovereignty, surrender to your Maker, and know peace. –
Read more "to the little gods"To bless, He waits, expectant, from His throne while down below the toilsome ant-roads long lead peopled millions to their bleak alone, and darkened nights withhold the joyful song. He reaches out, His very self to give while creatures grub for grabbing in their need and use the crumpled husks of life they live like […]
Read more "The Open Shore"She asked the world for love— he gave her pleasure. She asked the world to stay— he left a dagger. –
Read more "Modern Love"More than a dream that I wake from, snatching with empty, aching hands at the wisps of light fading fast to darkness— You are the One I wake to every time, unfaded brilliance, strong and sure, the only true God. –
Read more "More than a Dream"Maybe it was the seed. Maybe the soil. Maybe the weather. Or maybe roses don’t grow in the dark. –
Read more "Why?"I walked in the shadows, trying to fit their dreamworld, hoping it would make sense. I forgot who You made me to be. I cut a zigzag trail, zipping from this scene to that, led by all the options. I forgot who You made me to be. The colors of the world were […]
Read more "Awakened"This is the lament of a young girl, inspired by a combination of Moana’s “How Far I’ll go” and her own experience of washing dishes after Christmas dinner. She hopes that this song will inspire future generations to greater efficiency in meal prep and table setting (i.e. don’t use every dish in the kitchen for […]
Read more "How Far [the Dishes] Go"Yahweh, my joy, To You I lift my voice. To You who know the heart of man. To You who formed the hands and eyes and wrote the skill with which men use the two. – I feel my heaviness, Oh Lord, the tear-jerked sob of uselessness. I cannot run, I cannot walk I cannot […]
Read more "To You I Lift My Voice"Tripping, giddy, dash across the page to chase the periods. Swishing leaves like wind and bang up max efficiency that sweeps past fields of knowledge– kings and songs and prophesies– and screeches Jehu-like to a final. breathless. halt. I close the word… and rush to live my day. – – – – – —
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