Allow me to compose for You, for I called You a poem knowing that You in all You are are art. You are words dripping from my tongue, satiating A thirst for medium form, and style, Life. I called You, Poetry. You showed up late and underdressed, A sight to behold. All glory, In the sunlight.
Union My heart entwines with both sides of my brain while my conscience quiets, and I am grateful for the days I awake loving me as I am loved. Psalm 86:11-17
Untitled Brains think and believe in electricity that sparks movement from limb to limb. And we continue in this way calling it synapse or science, Which is really just a more decorative description for that which we cannot understand. Psalm 104:27-30
Thirsty trees sprout Up from the earth awaiting the truth of summer rains. John 3:31-36
A Dwelling Place I thought that I had found the place where you live, amongst the dewdrops in the morning. While combing through thick fog to find the tall rocks near the ocean. May that I rise to meet you. Lift me with the ocean spray, following the contours of your coastline with a photographic […]
The silence between heartbeats sounding in still air writes the songs we sing.