Incandescent joy
This is not a ploy
Happiness today
Hold it not at bay
Let the light so glow
Everyone will know
Seems I cannot wait
Jitters won't abate
Inexplicable
Patience workable
Be still oh my heart
Carry on your part
Feelings shan't prate
It's well worth the wait
The seconds tick by
Slowly.
My eyes wander.
My mind wants to
My heart bleeds for it
But I’m still so dreadfully
Unwilling.
The time escapes
Through the hands of the clock I suppose
I’m certain of it, actually.
It’s odd.
I want to—but I don’t
I try to—but it’s so hard.
Romans is actually for real.
Surprise.
Fast forward a decade or two
And I know for a fact
That I'll look back on what I didn't do
With regret.
You are obsessive
Overprotective
I'm sightless and dull
Boxed, with no hole
What I cannot see
Must be best for me
If I'd understand
I'd have more on hand
It's a false calling
Surely I'm falling
My love is annulled
And my life controlled
Drowning, and flailing
I'm senselessly failing
Questions of doubting
Arguments routing
I'll hear it no more
On faith I will soar
I.
there is
sticky air
and
the cool
blues and
yellow streetlights
II.
and then
the outline of
his driveway is
fragmented,
no
fractured
with intermittent
shadows
III.
further, his
cinnamon arm
reaching for
me?
or the air
behind my
head
The beast of fear is drawing near;
Dear Lord what shall I do?
I'm weak and poor and harrowed here,
But I must turn to You.
My faith is small, my strength is gone,
I have no hope, no gain;
Wallowing here, I see the One:
He took my sin and shame.
My brokenness, my finite mind,
Is lost in His great love;
And looking up I see the cross,
With fear nailed up above.
He put it there, writ' with His blood,
And gave His all, for me,
So I could rest with peace of mind,
Knowing that I am free.
"Do you love me?"
"Why do you ask?"
"Stop it. You're silly. Do you?"
"Of course. You know I do."
"I just like to make sure you still do."
"Why would I ever stop?"
She chewed on the inside of her lip before responding.
"What if...I become ugly or sick?"
"Silly. I didn't marry you for your good looks or your health. I married you for your heart and soul."
"What if we can't have children?"
"I didn't marry you for children, either. I married you because you've got God as your King. Good enough?"
"Yes."
The fully loaded car was running and music was playing. Sunbeams reflected off of the windshield while the light danced around patches of grime left behind by grasshoppers and pesky birds.
"Let it go...let it GOOOOOO!!!!!!!!"
I think Gretchen purposefully put a Disney soundtrack in before I picked up the kids. She knows how much I detest that stuff.
Greg waived at his sister in the rearview mirror and tried to tell himself that she wasn't smirking at him.
"Prankster."
"What'd you say, Uncle Greg?"
The grass unfurls like a carpet all the way to the dusty road. We are playing, my laughter emerging in firecracker bursts. Clark has his baseball cars splayed out on the ground where we've trampled down the lawn with bare feet. He points to Joe DiMaggio and waves a freckled hand over his face. Joe is gone.
I hoot again, disbelief swirled up with my joy like on a painter’s palette. “How’re you doin’ that?”
He grins, and dimples sprout on both cheeks. “I ain’t gonna tell.”
I shake my head at him. “I’ll just look it up in a book.”
For Nanny with love, for many precious years
Of joining in laughter and drying up tears,
For prayer and encouragement, tender and true,
For the times of welcoming with "I love you."
A beautiful heart given beautiful hands
To pour out her love and fill up all demands.
Short in stature; a fearless warrior and bold;
Every life touch'd will miss her wisdom of gold.
