Sunday, June 26, 2011

A perfectly awful masterpiece

Never good enough
To fill their shoes
Or even to put them on the shelf.
Is it fair to profess love
When she isn't perfect?
Is it possible to love a failure?

The ivy crawls thick
And destroys.

With knowledge comes happiness
But what happens to experiences?
They shroud everything
Like Ivy
And destroy what's underneath.

Psalm 46 (incomplete)

God is our refuge and strength - an ever present help in trouble.
Therefore we will not fear though the earth give way
Though the waters roar and foam and the mountains quake wiu their surging.
There is a stream that makes glad the city of god
He holy place where the most high dwells.
God is within her. She will not fall.
He will help her at break of day.
Nations are in uproar, kingdoms fall.
He lifts his voice- the earth melts.
Come and see the works of the lord,
The desolations he has brought on the earth.
He makes wars cease to the ends of he earth.
He breaks the bow and shatters the spear.
He burns the shields with fire.
Be still and know that I am God.
I will be exalted in the nations,
I Will be exalted in the earth.

Saturday, June 25, 2011

Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you:
Do not arouse or awaken love until it so desires.

Thursday, June 23, 2011

Unbroken

Crinkling winds and howling rivers
Hold me to your heart
My love has lost me in the heather
Hold me to your beating heart.

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Not This Life

Rushing through the streets at night
Nothing beautiful.
Save the stars so high above
Between tall buildings like windows to heaven.
All in black
With nothing to spare
Hiding in the alleys
Like a cat
Lost on it's beat.

Monday, June 20, 2011

A Following of Ganders

Weep when the babies say goodbye-
Laugh when they return.
Mourn when there are no stars in sight-
Dance with the light of the moon.

With twelve in tow, you ne'er can be afraid
In rain you have to smile.
They look to see how
You
React-and follow
Where you go.

Friday, June 10, 2011

What's All This?

A train wreck on a sunny day
Rain on the day of my wedding
All chances
To make something good
Out of something bad
Nothing has changed
Except for my
Security
That I've relied on for the past...
Has it really only been one month?
It's all so simple
When we're on the 'phone.
Like nothing is different.
Except when I'm alone
In my bed
My face in my pillow
Tears on my breath
Heaving with unspoken sobs
How is it okay?
And how is it not?