The Second Sunday of Advent: Peace

wild,
tongue unloosed,
my heart cries out,
shouts to be heard.
listen my people:

prepare the way –
let love come.
hasten to open your doors
with humility and praise
that your heart, so dilated,
can receive Him.

do not be afraid
to wait for love.

for his word
is joy,
and to the believing heart,
a comfort

and he does not delay.

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Why there are no professional pictures of me as a five-year old

The great hearts have a stubbornness about them,
a determination to keep loving
when it seems to make no difference,

a disbelief in every lie
that speaks against hope,
and a willingness to waste their lives

for the sake of others.
Thank God for their inability to give up
and leave empty-handed,

for that thing inside them
that doesn’t want to believe in failure
every time they hit the ground.

Lampyridae

at a time when the brightness was leaving my eyes
like a tired sign
blinking intermittently on then off

and my love was like a fly in a jar
buzzing to reach the top
where the lid holds it in,

you walked past
and I turned my head at just the right time,
catching your light.

your fire was enough to turn me back on
and want to shine in the dark again,
flickering brightly to bring you in.

funny how any other day before
you have just blended in
like a fly on the wall.

Life in A Minor

when everything is out of sorts
and the road feels wrong,
when I am off kilter
and feeling left unfulfilled
with no steady peace inside,
and I can’t make up my mind,
heart and mind misaligned,
how can you say that this is the way
–to wait in the tension
of discordant notes and unresolved endings,
turning it over and over
to tug on wrong strings

Why we lie

“An honest answer is like a kiss on the lips.” -Proverbs 24:26

Why we lie
was the name of a magazine article
sitting on a shelf as I waited in line.

A younger version of myself
might have turned through the pages of the article,
secretly hoping to find a new answer
for all the lies I have been told.

As if the article could reveal
all the corresponding truths that were never spoken
or fill the hole created by each stretch of truth,

the distance that opened between us
that was also a pit of disappointment and hurt,
sometimes too wide to be crossed.

But then, I have told my fair share of lies,
turning to kiss on the cheek and avoiding eyes,
instead of being truly seen.