Essence

What’s bride without veil, king without crown, eyes without sight

What’s morning without bright, love without sacrifice, tomorrow without hope

What’s beauty without acceptance, joy without an uprising, volcano without lava

What’s laughter without sound, play without colour, sky without blue

What’s me without you?

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Possible Futures

I legit think 

I am going to die of

Numbing, blinding

Heart-dropping, heart stopping

Empty

Lonliness

Circle

Somedays you find yourself in

Habits you thought you’ve outgrown

Breathe

Life is not a staircase

It’s a circle

It all goes and comes and goes

Keep in mind who you are

Keep in mind it won’t last forever

You will survive

A story will be told

Failure is a testament to your humanity

Failure is not a dirty word

Failure does not exist

Breathe

You Need People

You might not be 

a strong believer in people, for good reason

But don’t be so feebleminded to think

You have no need for friends in every season

One or two, three or twenty

Number is of little relevance, perhaps age of more importance,

Or not. Point is

You need people to remind you that you are alive 

And that there is meaning in that word because

In all the choices that are and will be made in their limited existence

You are one that they make daily

Some days with more intensity and devotion than others, point is,

You are chosen—

Daily.

And people need you too,

To do the same for them.

Maybe, just maybe this is how we stay alive

In the less bodily sense of the word.

Why Am I Here?

To be. To love. To create. To live.

To fall and rise and

Raise others in my rising and more,

In my falling

To look. To see. To breathe. To work.

To be immersed in the beauty of life, and let

The tears and laugh lines of living kiss my naked cheeks.

To shine. To reflect. To sing. To dance.

To be reminded constantly of something bigger than the consequential irregularities of being

A city of blood and flesh and bone

And in that remembrance find

Strength, find hope, find enough love birthing boldness

To wake another morning and the next after that.

Poem: The Big G

God; lord of Heaven’s armies

God; ruler of stars and all things that move; all of life itself

God; unequaled in grandour, unmatched in splendor 

Wakes the sun to its rising and clocks

The moon to appear, spreads the sky over us 

Like a mother covers and holds her own in the cold, because, God; 

Mother of all; big and small

From the vastness of mountaintop views to the mandible

Of an ant; He cares for all

Who is like our God?

Rich in mercy, steadfast in love

Established  in faithfulness, abundant  in grace. God; 

dressed in skin tattered by the names of His beloved

God; impossible to describe, impossible to fully imagine 

Yet God, this magnificent, exorbitant capital G God, 

Loves me with an everlasting  love

That runs after me, overtakes me, overshadows me

Till I am face to face with the bare glory and power and might

Of Him who has chosen me, and called me into Himself

How could I resist? 

How could you resist?