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.. we raise our eyes to sky and beg the dawn to …….(warn) warm us, swarm us in a buzz of long-bewildered song: more hope, less sting. see, here’s the thing: either way, i’ll stand here ………arms akimbo, palming psalms. … Continue reading
i palm psalms with an open heart. read “grace me!” and know you know me, bloom my hands for today’s gifts. that crackled blue moon’s got a mind of her own, melting soft into mountain flesh. she’ll return tonight, … Continue reading
(a palmed psalm) .. make ….(take, fake) a joyful noise (snicker, scream, sing) …………..unto the Lord (the morning, the mourning, ………..this crazy rising sun.) ..
.. Make a ceiling of this sky, indigo in all its glory. Embrace the bound -aries of this room, this infinite space, this place we’ve been given to inhale and exhale and grow to know our -selves, each other. Gather … Continue reading
Give her a Lake, some aching shade of blue. A place to glue her eyes to the horizon, and wait for the sun to meet her equilibrium gaze. Bare feet. A quiet sheet of white, waiting for song. A long … Continue reading
(for Justin) .. Come, grow old with me in a salty shanty by the broken sea. I’ll braid my hair, silver as moon sliver. You’ll hold my papered hands between your own. We’ll watch our children, grown (and children … Continue reading
He’s solid rock under my feet, breathing room for my soul. – Psalm 62:2 .. Sometimes we are consumed by gleeful contentment of our own making. Forsaking reality, we opt for places we can breathe, adopt a new philosophy, … Continue reading
prompted by poetic asides
. hold it out ………………………..and up, an empty cup sighing …………………………….to a listening sky. .