Hungry as we are
For hope
For peace
For rest
We gnaw on the bones
Of fears
Of hurts
Of doubts
And neglect the feast
That awaits us
In breath
In truth
In now
Hungry as we are
For hope
For peace
For rest
We gnaw on the bones
Of fears
Of hurts
Of doubts
And neglect the feast
That awaits us
In breath
In truth
In now
We return,
eventually,
to what we love
and find solace
in the heartache
and bliss
we have found
in creating
I have seen the sunset side
Of you
I have been lovingly, carefully bruised
By the surgery you have done
On my heart
You are taking me
Apart
I watch the words fall
Like raindrops
On a windshield
Slipping, connecting
Forming streams
And forging rivers
I watch the words
As if they were not my own
As if they came from
Somewhere else outside me
For I have lost them once
And sometimes the fear of silence
Blinds me
So I watch the words fall
Like raindrops
As if they fall from the skies
Though they fall
Unexpectedly
from my own
Gold specked
Bloodshot
Hungry
Eyes
I look into the glass
It is melting
My reflection
Distorting
Slipping
Like waves through my hands
A tidal wave
Everything is ephemeral
Everything is rice at a wedding
Trampled underfoot
The light refracts
With a misstep
We broke our mothers’ backs
It was a long labor
And the pangs echo
Like the end of the world
It is coming
Like a train
And like a tornado
Like the last rain
Before the flood
Three
Two
I do not battle
Sleep
In the morning
I do not battle
The sadness
Not really
My battle is
The darkness
Invisible
Masked
By the dawning
There is a trumpet sound
Unheard
There is a battle cry
In the silence
There is a battle drum
Inside us
While the deaf world
Is stretching and yawning
Yes, we hear the darkness
In the dawning
I can hear the birds again
Feel the sun fill up the room
And smell the freshness of the grass
In the dew like April rain
I can feel the words again
In my pen tip quivering
Waiting for awakening
This this this
Is everything
I can feel the pain recede
Slipping down my spine like
Greywater
All the mothers tell their daughters
It will be alright again.
Yes, here inside my wounded head
Resting there above my eyes
Once aching, empty, stonelike, dead
Something something
Gently rise
Years of heart sore, twisting pain
Gives way to birdsong
And to rain
A streak of blue
Across the horizon
All of the clouds are gone
Every word is sleeping
None of the birds sing their song
But there is a melody
Here in my chest
Just waiting
Under my breath
For I know the Spirit of God
And faith
Has overcome death
The sky had packed up the stars
And taken the bus down Highway 11
Because nothing would ever be the same again
The birds are singing through the rain
I know their song
For I will praise Him in the storm
No matter how long