truly beautiful sky

I was thinking about the sunrise last night, and how I look forward to it every morning.

I feel that way about people. I love meeting new people. I love seeing people's faces. I am fascinated every day when I analyze their movements. I love figuring out why people are the way they are. It is truly majestic to see people and the way they work.

The oddity about that is that I get frustrated with people and the way they are if I don't analyze them. If I understand them, I feel less wronged by whatever is upsetting me. For me it is finding the humanity in everyone. That humanity is truly beautiful. As beautiful as the morning sky are these people's humanity.

Mechanized

Tear my flesh and sinew from my bones
Leave me out to be mechanized
Stamp. Press. Cut.
Stamp. Press. Cut.
My mechanized world is shuffled down the conveyer belt.
Stamp. Press. Cut.
Stamp. Press. Cut.
Why would I prefer this mechanized world to one of
Flesh.
And Sinew.
Stamp. Press. Cut.
Stamp. Press. Cut.
I only need to be oiled in this mechanized world.
Clean out my gears.
Make sure my tanks are filled.
Stamp. Press. Cut.
Stamp. Press. Cut.
I am not perfect.
I will make errors.
Parts will be made out of spec.
Stamp. Press. Cut.
Stamp. Press. Cut.
You have made me and I can only be as good as you made me to be.
You didn't think out through all the flaws I could have.
You had to let me run to find my flaws.
Stamp. Press. Cut.
Stamp. Press. Cut.
This is a world without feeling.
A world where my flesh no longer aches to be set free from its attachments to my bones.
A world where my skin below my chin no longer aches to be split open.
Stamp. Press. Cut.
Stamp. Press. Cut.
I am free to make mistakes here.
I am free to be fixed or left to rust.
I have no feeling one way of the other if I
Stamp. Press. Cut.
Stamp. Press. Cut.

Desert Restoration

Mountain Town

Mountain Town

Abandoned by their outcast owners, these cabins lay open with nothing but animals to keep them company. A community that depended on one another for Shalom in this tiny mountain town. “the havenots calling in the listless wind”

Homes unopen to the public. no eye to tread upon these broken floors, Nature treads where these sojourners once stood. She takes back this home. Daffodils sprout up over the dead and lifeless community like a welcome mat

This once domesticated mountain turned wild. A leaf falls on the roof with just enough weight to cave in the mountain town, bringing down the wood for food. The mushrooms take back what the hunters have stolen. They eat away the flesh of the town. Its skin is digested by the roots of the flowers that invite the bees to come by.

A new community thrives where these hunters once stood. The bears eat the honey, and hang around the mountains streams catching fish. This new creation out of this fallen community thrives like never before. Someone is looking out for them.

In celebration we return to this mountain town to see what comes from destructed domesticity.

Fire and Ice

Fire and Ice

Some say the world will end in fire,

Some say in ice.

From what I've tasted of desire

I hold with those who favor fire.

But if it had to perish twice,

I think I know enough of hate

To say that for destruction ice

is also great

And would suffice

Robert Frost

My memories lie to me

"Don't touch me!"

I yelled at my father

Why?

He is my father I should trust him.

My skin crawls at his touch

Why?

Shouldn't I be normal.

I should enjoy the touch of any man

My memories lie to me.

Something happened

Someone touched me before I could even remember

Should I hate this unknown man?

How?

How can I deal with something I can't even remember happening?

Who?

Who is to blame?

Myself.

My parents.

My God.

This unknown man.

Would it help?

No

Will this ever be fixed in me?

Where do I fit in?

I wasn't born this way.

I will probably die this way.

I physically want her.

I mentally want him.

Am I confused?

Or have I finally hit a point of clarity?

Questions that Ph. D's will and do ponder.

I am left to deal with the consequences.

God works in mysterious ways

The Air is charged with your presence

electricity that immobilizes my muscles

Your touch brings those muscles to life once again

I can go about my duties once again

You encourage those duties saying I have done well

I fall before you in great sadness

For I have said and done things against you.

I have wronged you. You pull me close and say

"It is all right. I love you, and you are forgiven"

I rest in your arms

You stroke my head to calm my spirit.

A peace beyond understanding washes over me

I am unburdened to serve

I leave your arms to go about my duties

as a servant

I try to always be serving.

My pride disappears when I serve

You encourage me to serve.

Even as my tears fall on your feet in great remorse,

and I wipe them off with my hair

You encourage me to serve

I want to serve you,

but also everyone I come into contact with

I have the strength and perseverance

to do so because you have given them to me

Thank you

My Love