Lonliness is not bad until youre made aware of it.
Glory?
What’s glory?
The heavens declare Gods pleasure in what He’s made. Do you feel it when you stare alone, cold on the balcony?
Magnificence pulling your breath out of your chest in cold smearable colors
.
desires to fly
.
The skys signature is one of His notable achievements.
Like an orchestrated symphony for the deaf
– an orchestrated symphony despite the blind –
the unconstructed shapes and colors run over towards the ground
gravity pulling the silk layers down into the dark
.
day after day
the same trick
never done the same way twice
like watercolors bleeding off the page
until the moon blacks them out and the stars force their fingers through the wrapping
.
The skies carry the largest silent scream
translated through irises of every color
in faces of every shape
mouths mumble prayers into the visions
.
below the silent rainbow
crimes of unspeakable nature happen
mirroring the skies ravaging
The eyes see
The ears hear
The rivers run black in the dark
Yet, again, and again – and again
the sun rises
streaming in knowledge of all the holes in the universe
its whispering through leaves
and into flowers
and into graves
promises of a rising
promises of life to come
.
below above inside out
the sun falls
it warms the dry bones
and the fresh babies
held up in victory
held up in joy
grass unfurls and springs out from below the dirt clods, little green banners shivering in the light
.
His train falls
.
people screaming into the foam of the ocean
Their feet imprinted in the sand
laughter
spray
.
His train falls into the depths of the liquid
the color becoming more dense as it falls through the bubbles
His feet plant firmly into the freshly furrowed soil, staining his ankles red
as He strides forward
through the fresh smell after the rain
The folds of light drag through the trees
and they bend to its force
the leaves curling along the ground
their dust sending up the sweet smell
of fall
.
On the cliff
He pauses a second
before plunging from sight
and His train wraps the land into darkness
the splash of his landing lights another day
.
Yawning tiredly the fresh spray awakens my soul from fatigue
Again the beams of your crown shatter the stillness and the birds join into the chorus
I am revived
coffee
and wood
and warm soft blankets
.
i hide my face in the blankets
.
yet the sun finds me
its warm fingers pull me close
.
i throw back the covers and stretch
Until my limbs feel whole
and i sit up
.
soft warmth
.
i blink in the golden brightness
slivers cascading through the glass
shivering me to my knees
a darting bird
a flash of color
honey heat
.
Like fire on my flesh its heat sends me into the shadows
.
my feet cold on the tile
like fish flipping out on the shore
everything is still here in the kitchen
my presence sending up a disco of dust in the beams of light
.
My motions are clumsy
yet the sun spills without pause or error
on the floor
all i am
my naked flesh goosed in the cool morning
exposed below your eyes
My hidden errors
on display
my actions xrayed into the day
transgression
.
my rhythms slashing through the universe
.
my mouth
formed by His
.
The whole universe a living breathing word
uttered into the un.
and wriggled into being.
i.
a word.
a living breathing breath.
as i interact i discover.
as i interact with His word i learn.
am i, your word, bringing delight to Your heart?
Your Word does not go forth and return void.
i, your word, stand – eyes closed – in the sunlight.
