color

i wrote this poem last fall. i found it this week getting ready to share something else. it feels true still.

this shard of color
from which the wild rhythm builds
demands trust
to the beat of not seeing this soul

this shard of color
was a lyrical blue
your composing
my composing
a collaborative illusion
through my fingers like sand

yet hope needs more
than these bold lips can proclaim
for you are free in the form of a lie
and there are no further words
for me to speak

all that is left is breath and time
but i
we linger fully sacred here

The State of Our Souls

Below is a brief poem that I composed with reference to my current study of Lamentations as well as reflecting on the state of our society and relationships in light of current tragedies. Please don't steal my work.     The State of Our Souls We live in a world that        makes us numb        and strikes us dumb In the face of unbelievable tragedy Our first reaction is to judge        to place blame        and to shame Rather than join hands and cry We have forgotten what it means        to belong        and to whom And why it matters what we say and do Because we live in a world that divides        right down party lines        and by nation and tribe All the way down to our homes and our souls

morning comes in paradise, morning comes in light

this new sun rises, and i have new eyes
i can see things clearly now

i can see your heart
quivering in vulnerability
wondering where to go from here
while you sip the wine
that isn't exactly an escape
but it makes you feel safe

i can see joy
that blurs the edges of life
and makes it difficult
to imagine an end
to hope

i can see a path before me
that i didn't see til now
and i fear its the one i should take
but how do you take
the first step in the right direction?

i can see love
freely given
but left unaccepted
and i feel the call
for more
to be more
to do more

i can see beauty
in the little things
and in each human
that has been hidden or lost or stolen
beauty that saves
that's beautiful