I woke up this morning and mulled over the events of the last few months. Sometimes, albeit indulgent to say, I surprise myself. Not in the sense that I look in the mirror and say, "Wow, you look especially good today." That hasn't come to that point yet, thank goodness, and feel free to smack me if it does.
We're on the way to a rally to hear our freedom ring.
To protest for the truth my heart will joyfully sing.
Though truth is the minority,
My God is the majority,
This my song shall be:
"May God's freedom ring!"
Now I will stand up, give my answer to the call,
And with God to hold me up by His grace I won't fall.
Though truth is the minority,
My God is the majority,
This my song shall be:
"May God's freedom ring!"
you grabbed my hand and held it
but we were on a rollercoaster
so I don’t know if it counts
our shoulders were pressed together
neither of us moved away
but does it just mean we’re comfortable?
or is it something more?
you swing your arm around my shoulders
pull me to your side while we walk
just briefly
you ran your hands up and down my arms
to warm me up
Anger
I let myself be angry,
For once I let the storm inside me swell,
Gave into the crashing waves of anger and hurt,
For who can control the sea?
Instead of fighting the currant,
I became the raging waters of my mind,
No more holding on,
I let fury engulf me,
But I did not drown.
I let it storm and when the waves had crashed,
When the thunder had rumbled,
The storm lingered not,
Clouds clearing to peaceful skies,
Blue calm,
Not a wisp of resentment floating there,
Dear Homeschooling Friends,
It’s been a while since I’ve written a letter from the editor. The last time was before Kyleigh and Ezra’s wedding, and now they’ve been married for over a year (and have made an uncle out of me).
I’ve been kept very busy this past year, between full time work that often exceeds 40 hours a week, involvement in two churches and a non-profit ministry, giving piano lessons (to increasingly fewer students as I find I have to keep dropping them -- two years ago I had 13, last year I had 8, and now I’m down to 2), and time with family and friends.
Blue morning.
The sun broke the barrier of miles, refuting all laws of time and order. To turn your eyes up was to get lost in the infinite azure, a virtuous expanse unmarred by clouds or birds or even the exhale of a jet plane. It was just there, spread in front of her like butter on toast, dripping down the sides of the earth until it was pinned to reality through an influx of tree branches, roof peaks. It trickled on down the outlines of windowsills and rain gutters until it pooled into truck beds and against bicycle handles. That's where the trance ended, at least for Jude.
After a long drive, we roll down the windows;
The sea is still a mile or so away but its winsome,
Chilled, salty smell
Gives the air a distinct
Sense of adventure. When it finally enters view,
It is frolicking on the beach like a colt,
Splashing and rolling,
Throwing itself around
The rocks.
All you want
To do
Is get
Your feet a little
Wet
But it draws you in engulfs you
In a heavy wall of water,
Collapsing at your feet
In the oozing sand.
I can feel the countdown
Closeout
Back to old routine
And the days of lounging round
Commitless
They'll soon be lost to me
How Come You Didn't Tell?
I had meant to be so many things:
present, knowing, incarnate,
grateful, incubated, joyous;
instead I thought about
the fur that was slipping
too far off my shoulder
and about where I was when
he looked out to the sea of faces
as it kept trying to reach me
and I kept trying to reach it.