Poem I forgot how many

Knees

Glint of a ray
Shines on my peachy surface,
Curvy almost
Boney.
Never lonely.
One and Two
I forgot
in the shower.

wanting some eternal perspective

I pulled out an old Rich Mullins CD this morning; that man was close to the throne.

Now, People say maybe things will get better
People say maybe it won't be long
And people say maybe you'll wake up tomorrow
And it'll all be gone
Well I only know that maybes just ain't enough
When you need something to hold on
There's only one thing that's clear

I know there's bound to come some trouble to your life
But that ain't nothing to be afraid of
I know there's bound to come some tears up in your eyes
That ain't no reason to fear
I know there's bound to come some trouble to your life
Reach out to Jesus, hold on tight
He's been there before and He knows what it's like
You'll find He's there

1.

"And it's a great day to be alive, I know the sun's still shining when I close my eyes."

In an email, a friend of mine wrote, "i do know worrying now is disobedience, takes away my strength, and denies God´s ability to do something incredible." I don't want life to be a flat road of struggle, of complacency, to do lists, of self.

I SAY I SAY I SAY BOY

It's foggy out
and I'm wanting chili from wendys
before
working maybe while working...
Is it weird I think the fog is cool?

Looking forward to reminiscing in my new red notebook (half price was having a sale).

and another day, but not just another day

merry christmas three ish days early... I think the eve is my most favorite day.
this is a poem I got from a friend--- kind of a liturgy.


it is a time of whispers
of rumors and echoes
angels are unfurling their wings
stars are dancing new steps
and the universe is drawing breath
for now we live in the waiting time

let the darkness gather
let the seasons change
let the nights draw in
to their darkest moment

the light is on it's way

so come now
be a blessing to the frantic and worried world
come now
and find space
silence
stillness

for God is slipping into skin
and restless in the womb

it is advent