go up
the seed withingrows & goesup up uplet it beno need to workto make it growyou can’t create leaves,stems, anything.so restbe sit in bed& be& see—the Creatoris in you
confetti
what is in the sky of your life? God deeply longs to create again in us. to pop His confetti cannons in our hearts, explosions of colorful yes’s, bursting & booming across sunrise banner.will you let Him?each second is a treat, an opportunity to receive & to rejoice, to let the Lord be the Lord. & as we submit to Him, His love dust settles in the cracked places, to mend to heal to make again. because we need the dew of heaven to revive us, to rest on us, to be within us always.like confetti, like dust or dew...
hello my one true Love
to sky muralist and water wave stepper. to the one who carved my thumb whirl and sealed my heart, hello my one true Love. You will never abandon or break up with me. never abuse or hurt me. You never change. faithful and true. each millisecond brings something different, yet You remain. steady, constant, firm. from the first tick of time to the final second of earth, You’re the unchanging rock. my hiding place, my everything. praise You for each mountain sculpture. You rearrange the sky tapestry—an ever escalating beautiful stratosphere singing Your glory. the rain, the coral, the forest,...
thanks giving
thank You for water as it rises, the kind that cleanses & covers. take away the debris & let everything sparkle & shinethank You in this evil age, You are here, in our midst. You are good & you do goodlike a mosaic of music, You compose the things we go through into a giant mural of good. & though we can only see one note at a time, by faith we understand the symphony song will be in harmony with Heaven when we fall down & allow You to compose thank You for compost, the trash & broken that crashes...
together
each day-start, I open a new book with fresh pages, & paint a glory hello. greet Me, too. open your eyes & sing. & at the end of the evening, I close the book, put the day on My shelf of stories & cuddle into bed with My beloved. I love cold grass tickling between My toes with you, I like to take you to breakfast—Me, you, runny egg yolks & rye toast. I’ll never forget your smile. breakfast with you.You’re there when my dad died & the black hole opened in my mind. You stooped to stay close when I laid...
fill this mold with jell-o
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 ugly
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
pillow talk
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....
recipe for frosted whimsy
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.
the stars are trying to get in
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...