And it was so

I was a babeand was born into lightas one bound by darknessis pushed from darknessinto the light,because darkness cannot livewhen God says “Let there be Light.”And it was so.I was a youthand darkness had crept into meas one who hides in shadowbecomes filled with it.Then God came to the void —darkness was over my face—and

Paper thin

Paper thin It wasn’t sense that let you in,thou Lover of my Soul.It isn’t chains that hold you there —my soul is paper thin.I’ve fallen hard, I can’t turn back —there’s none to whom I’d go.And yet my soul is paper thinand gathers dust and wind,But I have found in Him my Lifeand must return

Who

Excerpts from a dialogue between God, the Almighty, and Job, a man. God: “Where were you when I laid the earth’s foundations? Who watched over the birth of the sea, when it burst in flood from the womb? When I wrapped it in a blanket of cloud and cradled it in fog, when I established

Findings

Hammocking I never before knew the gentle hush of waking up with the forest, rocked by the trees. Darkness is long and morning so slow I hardly knew when dawn began its ascent. Above me a tent of trees, not much darker than the sky, hung thick with stars blinking down at me, looking like

To be home

The sky is shaking, breaking Falling an earth that’s aching, waking. It’s been about a month now. The intensity of my life in the city seems far away, farther than the few weeks that it is. Sometimes I don’t like how far it seems and I reach back and pull memories close. But whether or

City in full bloom

Ferry ride Crinkled face of water  flashing eyes of sun Water stirring, swirling tossing in its sleep  Boiling water woken coughing, spewing phlegm  Rabid water snarling  foaming at the mouth Dying water sinking cut deeply at the throat A gaping wound broke open  by knives from my boat.

Falling light

If light were wet I’d drink it If light were wet I’d cry it If light were wet I’d swim in it Light slipped and fell in a puddle tonight  This morning I saw it fall and break Now it falls and drifts from a solemn moon Again the tide of light has come in 

Snow globe

Blow, wind. Blow till it snows. Pummel the clouds till they shatter to bits and fall to the earth. Branches thrash in their sleep. Houses shiver and mutter at the cold. I listen as snowflakes break  against my window pane and fall dead into its lap. A dream is falling tonight. I am in a snow

Shadows in Gold

It is late morning and the sun’s white-gold glow is blinding. Cars and people drag long heavy shadows behind them. The sun burns away at the edges of the dark illusive shapes but cannot consume them, only distort. The autumn sun is losing its strength to the wind. The quivering rays fall broken to the

Silence in a City