Flight or fight

You should know that I am leaving in the morning.
Flying away with the beginnings of a faith to meet faith’s next mysterious border.

Over the sea through skies.

Do you think that compares to the parted sea?

Both are miracles.
Metal weight glides on the propulsion of science, obedience, blessing.
How were the walls of Red sea, less or more amazing,

as they opened God’s path that led thousands of feet to the other side of faith?
Look east.

See the silver rock flying toward the rising sun, ready to slay a giant.

It is me. Sailing from the faithful Hand.

And it is you. You rest your spirit quietly in my wildness.

You belong inside of my borders.
Look up now.

I am ready for the borders of an unknown nation.
I am ready to begin.

Armed for the Chiming

Time is not for

wielding fear,


that weary knife 


that 


murders the 


hours,


 the 


seconds that 


filter our childish


years.


The ancient clock


circles 


in only one direction


to test the spirit.


Alarm the lost.


Chime the found.


Let our skin


remain thick 


to repel insult,


permeable 


for truth,


pliable for the eternal 


growth of an 


honorable life.


This organic armor 


will protect


our hours. 


Our seconds will


remain free


in our deepest parts, 


as youth 


for safe keeping. 


Splitting Atoms

I am in love with the way 

a single sound can break 

silence 

to cause a waveform 

cacaophany of 

human song. 

What kind of magic 

sound waits quietly 

behind your  weathered 

bitten lips? 

I want to know,  

what  is the very 

sound of your breaking 

open and spilling

Out?

What is the exact tone?

  pitch? 

Rhythmically timed 

decibel of you 

 splitting atoms of silence? 

Chasing a shy smile.

I drove east before sunrise.

I had to see Mercury

make his debut ahead of the sun. 

Watched him grab the tail skirts of Venus. 

Caught a shooting star 

falling from the belt buckle of 

Orion as he chased the stubborn bull beyond the dome of sky

and led the mighty lion into the forest. 

Drove until there was no need 

for headlights. 

Drove until my smile 

reflected the crescent moon waning to begin again. 

Stars above me remaining as dragon stars breathed flame and circled my head with wing and wind. 

Saturn watched 

the night collapse naked behind me and expose 

River Birches shooting the darkness with white arrows and grace, 

Sycamores hosting the choir 

of all things quiet and unsaid. 

Swamp coming to life in the ballet

of Loon and her dark lover,

Water covering the depths of the land with a silver and gold platter of living ripple ballerinas.

And in all of this Holiness, 

more Holiness still as the soundtrack 

of low keys chased octaves higher and higher until joy possessed all of me. 

How will I ever be able to contain all of this love? 

Christ! I praise You in this sanctuary of miracle! 

In this vision of your eye! 

I love this corner of your shy smile. 

Upon waking

Upon waking
the truth looms over me
as willow branches
all around,
wrapping me in a cradle
of space and shade.
You stand as the centered trunk extending and flexing your branches, wrapping me up but never holding me .

Orbs of light
sneak through to tease
me in my waking,
lighting the leaves into
some ephemeral green
love song. I can see the outline of the fiery sphere shining gold illuminating me, yet never warming me.

There is nowhere for me to go but this never ending circumference around your strength.

All that I can do is
wait for a storm
to shake you free of me,
a wind to send me from
your arms.

Sleepless Acts




Wrestle in it


write in it


pull your hair 


scratch your head


laugh


scream


feel music in it


remember faces 


let your blood boil


or grow cold


pump ideas through 


your veins.


Feel


your heart race


plan the future 


pray in it


lose your mind  


chew it up


spit  it out


But never ever


look at the  alarm  inside of  insomnia.