Tuesday, November 28, 2006

Parcel Post


I dreamed I crawled into a small dark space to carefully pack up my belongings.
When I was done, I sent them away knowing I'd never get them back again.
That's when I realized I no longer miss myself.

Monday, November 27, 2006

Nothing to Hide


Silent rage or quiet contemplation? You can tell what someone thinks by what they don't say.

The way I feel, how I live - things that reveal my heart and soul. Can I find it within myself not to resist You?

While we look not a the things which are seen, but at the things
which are not seen: for the things which are seen are temporal; but the
things which are not seen are eternal.

Thursday, November 16, 2006

Carpentry 101


My edges are ragged, torn, chipped and broken.
Resistance cuts, burns, scratches and wears my surface away.

Next to You, my efforts are useless to Your smoothing, gentle strength.
You come with Your tools and fix me; so much work to be done, so very much.

You do Your best work when I'm too tired to push. How You bring out the beauty I never see myself.

Monday, November 13, 2006

Yellow Plastic


I despise the black hole of agony.
I despise the gray face of denial.
I despise the brown filth of suffering.
I despise the crimson sharpness of pain.

I adore the white light of joy.
I adore the red affection of hope.
I adore the green edge of truth.
I adore the blue depth of faith.

How can I be lost in a pit of darkness as long as
I can reach out towards the beautiful light?

What fruit had ye then in those things whereof ye are not ashamed?
for the end of those things is death.