Your Fire tickles my toes, flames lick each tip, lighting me to dancedon’t stop telling me secrets whisper it allI want to Know—the flowers’ dress sizes the stars’ names & where the wooly mammoths used to find You in the morning. I want to know what the volcanoes know, and where is the rain stored? I want to know. I want to know You More. come close, I can’t breathe without You. everything else is mannequin mirage, crumbs & vapour, coming to nothing. The earth waits, for You. so make me pregnant—expectant of You. like Moses met with You, FACE...
touch my uglylet Your love light up my coffinbe with me & the cobwebs wisp away, my heart remembersits songagain& everything new—from my piano key toes to garden brain.I want to walk with You in thecool of the day, going forwardtogetherthat’s all I desire:together.have my ugly. I letYou in—to my basementof dark & spiders & dustfix me. find me.only You canmake it betterthe pain like cabooses crushingmy chestyet normalbecause it’s all i’ve knownyet Youyet, Youtouch my uglywash my woundsi’m ready100% seenall the wayknownI welcomeYouI’m donehidingbehind my leaf loin clothfind mehave mei’m Yours
life is like one breath, like one blink. so let’s embrace, even cubicle space. after all, life is now; this is it! there is no rehearsal, we are here, performance fit! let’s embark on a quest for the good. find the joy in all things and you will never be without in the drought. enjoy Yeshua.& never underestimate the power of the small—pollen, seeds, a yes.& may that seed given to you from heaven find a yes in your heart, like how fuzzy yellow pollen dot, carried by a busy bumble bee travels to populate earth with beauty. or a...
You’re not like the others. You’re not like the sand, shifting and eroding, ebbing and flowing as tide comes and leaves. or star—born, sparkle, implode. breath, comes, goes. there’s grace laced throughout Your royal robes and burning eyes, leaving no trace of former scars or lies. You love to forgive, You love to forget. You don’t count my mistakes. or look at my forsaken state of mind. but call me beloved, found, Yours… all along. this false reality—me me me—ice melting beneath, nowhere to go but sink, is taken in a blink. when You look at me.and taken, I am....
everyone is invited to The Party. & once there, everyone has presents waiting to be opened.sadly, many choose to not accept their invitation. they don’t believe the good news of acceptance so they ignore their invitation in disbelief. of those who accept their invitation, many never open the presents given to them. some open a few presents while still leaving a pile of presents untouched. while the fewest group of all, are those who receive from the goodness of the Giver. they are of humble childlike meekness &, with simplicity, they accept the invitation to life & then go &...
when a person bungee jumps, they’re depending on the cord to keep them connected, to keep them alive! we, too, need to live connected, to remain in the vine.““I am the true vine, and My Father is the vinedresser. Every branch in Me that does not bear fruit, He takes away; and every branch that bears fruit, He prunes it so that it may bear more fruit. You are already clean because of the word which I have spoken to you. Abide in Me, and I in you. As the branch cannot bear fruit of itself unless it abides in...
1 inch octopus tongueChristmas morning3 watts firefly butt88 sunshine beam smiles9 cups pebbles, sprinkles, dew medley1 pound warm fuzzies4.3 yaksFor the frosting:2 whale songs1/4 cup daisy doilies11 minutes wind chime melodytop right corner of sunrise from September 5, 1542Mix well.
escapedto the woodsbut the painfollowedunlit fire pitforgot spatulano meat to flipmy tentripswind flips paper leavesdirt carpetcatches trees’sheddingsand my eyedrips,salty, sadhandswaiting, emptyhead,a mob of confusionpoison crowdsurfs thoughtsdrowning in illusionsunsurenot safebut my flesh tent will beokaythe stars are trying to get inthey knocked yesterday,looked at my failingestate, said “yes.”then dropped their stations, to shine withinmeso I’m still campingon this site with the port-a-potty and the squirrelsmy camp grill’s lit now though,I didn’t do it.the rocks started singing and Icouldn’t help butjoin in.now we’re clappingmy toes tappingI can’t stopsmilinginsidethe lantern’s litthe hot dogs are cookingthe forest still smellslike forestand my hair’s the same...
beach carpet—hot, dry, composite of miniature shell mirrors, pebbles, & sand molecules. each tiny bit composing a yellow shore blanket. i splay on this mosaic—my own music a collage made of millions of cells, notes, dancing, making me. each atom a party room of song & redemption long—longer than my eye can see the blue waves echoing off horizon edge.here i am.You brought me here, a bookmark in time, a pause. a place to be—just You & me. so here we are, together, on Your island beach.Your island beach where You take every memory every tear, each broken pottery piece...
clown. forced, fake, makeup caked, dressed to make you think of joy but on the inside a crying mess. farce! that’s all earth offers—pretend mirage happy like chasing wind, never full. a total lie. but a lie that can lead us to look for who is life! because happy is real. genuine in out true happy. rainbow on rain joy! real happy. a snail snails slowly along, happy as can be just the way he is—slime trail & all! no rock complains about sitting still. no cloud compares herself to lighting in jealous huffs. no, nature, creation, is content. so why do we talk...
