Freedom (2023)
but,
they called me a tortured soul.
the way i called out to darkness as though a familiar friend.
the way i walked the narrow road with whispering wails.
the way i played my fingers with destiny's dust.
but,
is it torment to know so well the darkness?
to be familiar with its deception?
to know its native tongue?
to feel its longing?
but,
what is freedom if not a light in the dark?
I summon because a response is required.
I move because joy is set before me.
I touch because life must be molded.
but...
the cage is not familiar just to the captive,
nor the lock to the hand of the guard.
now breathe. selah
Transitions (2021)
To love well is to hurt well.
Letting the transition cut -
the disappointment sting,
the longing bleed out.
Letting the fears,
and hurts,
and wonderings and doubts -
be exposed to the fresh air that so easily
soothes with its cold breathe
of feeling unwanted.
Then letting grace and grace abound.
Holding loosely,
and letting go -
still firmly grasping and remaining faithful.
To love like God without becoming one.