Pond swells after rain
Cactus bitter at it all
Progress down the drain
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Lake Michigan Winter Date
Crystal ice like shells
Once we fall through, won’t we freeze?
Scurry back laughing
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The Starting Over
I stir the cream into my coffee. The sky is lit with the moon and it keeps me awake enough to race with my thoughts. “Compatible,” I think. I keep getting hit with this word when I least want to hear it. When I make a play for permanence, the other party starts their doubts. “Is it me or her timing?” “Is she consistent?” “Is she looking at me right now?” I don’t want to make them uncomfortable, but I do. And then they hit me with it. “Do you think we’re compatible?” And the next move is crucial. Because once they ask, there is only one correct answer.
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In-Patients
Knock, hinges, then light
Gentle, cold touch as bill mounts
“like to go home please…”
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Brings Him Glory
I couldn’t think of something more peaceful to do than sit on the grass in the sunlight and let my warmth and the temperature of the grass come to one stable level. It is even more than touching snow until fingers freeze just slightly. Like flow. The beautiful mornings are given to us by God and the perfect temperature is something set by the Lord. Even when we assume details that please us are too trivial for the Lord, remember that he made it so grass shows up as individual blades instead of one large patch of a waving piece of oxygenated plant. He detailed it so that grass is singular. So I must see the small pleasures as singular—a detail given to me, once again, by our true and living God. Because he is living he can also enjoy the fruits of his labor.
Whenever I feel warm I imagine that the atmosphere is giving me a hug, keeping me close and safe and comforted like a child. When it is cold I want to cry. And then both are love and beauty and detail from God and in all he is righteous.
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A Vow, Maintained
She told her father
But he couldn’t disannul.
Head hung, she went on.
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Precocious Indeed
“This isn’t too hard.”
Then she fell hard off the bike.
“And life moves on still!”
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God’s Mercy
If I had to choose,
Criticism than lashings.
Lashings than to die.
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Let It Not Be
The chosen ones made idols.
Statues of gold and genies right below the present, True and Living God.
Stay far from gold.
Whatever you should decide to arrive in, let it not be gold.
Too oft does gold stimulate hungry pupils readied with greedy hearts waiting to make of you a statue and symbol of meaning in their eyes.
A symbol of something foreboding. Coated completely in matte armor.
Turning shiny in the sunlight
Then back to its lusterless base.
Pearson Pivot 