her

her passion is two sips into
a third glass of classic
french red halfway through
a crispy loaf stacked messy high
with pungent cheese smoky
jambon and savory olives

her motor is a hemi revving
in the driveway built
for power and stability
(sometimes the reins need to be
pulled back on those steeds
so they are forced to
do the speed limit)

her arms are welcome home
blanketing your anguish as
she wrings it from your core
then gives it a SNAP!
reshaping the tattered threads
into something like new

but since her strength and courage
come from a heart wide-open
tears fall a-tempest at a casual
bruising or rending of tender flesh
(hers or yours) watering the desire
to be part of love

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the perfect stillness

"Love is

the perfect stillness

and the greatest excitement, the most profound act,

and the word almost as complete

as His name."

                   -Rabia

today i rested on

this vantage point

soaking in the love

that surrounds me

He who believes in me,

as the Scripture has said,

out of his heart will flow

rivers of living water. 

John 7:38

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"For whatever we lose (like a you or a me)

it's always ourselves we find in the sea."

                            e e cummings

(pausing)

(playing)

(receiving)

i stood here for

a long long time

allowing the ocean to

bathe my feet in

surprising warmth on

this chilly

seaside day

then turned slowly away

feeling thankful

and soothed

sharing my still saturday with you and others at

 

rest

as i rest

in this

night watch

i remember

faithful provision

strength in

my weakness

a light for

my path

care for

each detail

comfort and

peace in

submission to

Your plan

and though sleep

does not blanket

my mind

until dawn

in Your promises

i rest

psalm 63:5-7, genesis 22:14, 2 corinthians 12:9,  psalm 119:105, psalm 139:1-2, isaiah 40:1-3, isaiah 30:15

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the community at

overflow

combustion

supplies

one

more

drop

to

overflow

and

burn

my

finger



waiting

Psalm 130:5 

I wait for the Lord, my soul waits,
And in His word I do hope.

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entranced

sometimes i find myself

frozen at the mouth of the

empty tomb staring into the

darkness with the sound

of a pounded spike

tearing through flesh and

cartilage crushing bone on

its way into the tree

endless echoing in my ears

i stare into the

death space wondering where

you are and why things happen

the way they do

i try to succumb to lay

down my head in

that void but

instead i surrender

my pain for Yours and

when i finally

dis-entrance and turn my

gaze toward the sun You

are there engulfing me and

in fact You always

keep me from being

swallowed whole by death

renewing me in

Your resurrection

i breathe in Your grace

let You hold me close and

i am alive again