Actual you

All she wanted
was God with her,
flesh and blood,
your actual you.

No more waiting
heaven to come,
no more praying
help her through.

Wake and rise
and follow after;
Jesus aren’t we
friends of you?

All she wanted
echo yearning,
“God be with you,”
and you too.

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first person

God was met on the mountain
not in the rock-fall, nor in the fire,
but afterward, in a still, small whisper . . . (1 Kings 19:11-12)

am I
or am I not
on the mountain?

do you
or do you not
carry free.

can I
or can I not
breathe inside you?

will you
or will you not
whisper me.

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Pentecost, 2015

bayou la mer

Bayou La Mer

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“bayou la mer”

scent telling home like nothing else does,
bridge deeping waters, cleft memory,

spanning the newt the crossing he makes,
rain dripping moss on cypress knee.

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days like these

"In sacred beauty, from the womb of the dawn, like the dew I have begotten you." - Psalm 110:3

“In sacred beauty,
from the womb of the dawn,
like the dew I have begotten you.”
– Psalm 110:3

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

into his life
like sugared snow,

lives and days
on ice-slips free.

cold sun opens
morning haze,

mist to lighten
surfacing.

light enough, G*d,
for today,

still enough
the naming made.

silver-spun
your lifening,

dayrise lifting
into grace.

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Moriah trail photo, March 23, 2015