A Man You Shall Be

Son tomorrow you turn thirteen Lemuel's mother's words sting I know ways that destroy kings And the man that I'm raising   Hot tears in my eyes Lump in my throat I plead with the Lord Another story be wrote   I know there's no keeping you from sin While still in my womb sin... Continue Reading →

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He’s holding you

You work so hard as if the hours you spend sweating and digging planning arguing and solving will make everything right. Then it rains on your freshly poured concrete and a sudden wind bends the trees you just planted and the test is positive- you're going to have a baby and your cursing and anger... Continue Reading →

Sojourning

I don't speak the language I don't know their signs But I understand their reasons and I know what it feels like to eat, sleep and breathe pursuit of happiness. I remember and still feel the draw of that cancer, not yet fully eradicated in me. Something beats deeper something I can't explain because there... Continue Reading →

Hope against hope

How long till I see the fruit of what I cannot see? How many season? How many years? What if it takes my whole life and then I'm buried six feet under dirt and worms and grass and more seasons pass and... I cannot see the future days when there are no more weeds no... Continue Reading →

Night sky speech

The moon looks like your gaze blazing light through the dark veil of night but I know it's just an illusion. I see the moon but I can't see you. You must be gazing brighter in a night darker tearing the veil cause I don't know another way. I can't see your light, but no... Continue Reading →

45 is a number

between 16 and the day after tomorrow it's a disorienting fog a miry bog to get bogged down in numbers of years years that go by fast days that go by slow slow as the answer that hasn't yet come to my prayer prayer pray for days and days and years and then you're 45... Continue Reading →

Every Morning

He struts, raises his decorated neck making himself a little taller, and trumpets his proud shout. And before he’s crowed not three times - just once- I’ve already denied What I once announced with pride. The dawn of my failing faith belongs to the birds. They raise a mocking chorus. Whistles and tweets, chirps and... Continue Reading →

A Response to Psalm 45

Jesus, You are the most handsome of the sons of men because you speak grace and truth not flattery. You're not cruel. Might and splendor and majesty are in the way you walk. Bending at the knee down to my dirty feet where you wash me clean. You don't ride out using your power to... Continue Reading →

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