body lies heavy like
stone on the ground
and sees the heavens
pass before silent eyes,
feels grass inch its way
up and around body

stone lies heavy on
moving ground and feels
the cool of rain
drip over and under
the self and hears
the murmurings of beetles
bugs and worms below
and the soft shifting
of earth and bones

lie heavy on the broken
ground that slowly closes
its fingers over these
leaded bones, lie heavy,
lie below.

Anchor Him to your soul
and sew Him into the
lining of yourself;
place Him as rocks
in your pockets
to throw on the
shore of life
and fill Him
brimming in your cup
and drink deep on
hot dusty days;
Sticky note Him
about the abode
of self to remind
your forgetful
mind of His
humor, love
and thoughtfulness
of you.

you just became real to me
stepped off the eye of the world
and into my four spaces
with words Roman Times font
packaged in question marks
trailing from your mouth

I don't know you;
You, like a undercurrent
with paths unknown to me,
will disappear when you will
and leave no trace behind

and not knowing is allowable;
You, no part of me, but of Him,
have your own will to testify to;
live according to the dictates
of your heart and simply, be.

I want that slow rise
of realization as I
talk to him, the sharp
awareness I have of his
presence, the way he speaks
slants his head, answers,
unawares I am soaking him in

I'm stepping hard
on the trail of words
that I must plant down
trod on and make my way

Words I lay down
that are borrowed
from those before me

words that are not
my own, but must be used
because I've got not
else to make a way

I'm stepping hard
on this trail of words
that I must root down
walk on to make a way

paper child

Oh my child, I have
carved you from the
membranes of my mind
fashioned and labored
over you and while
in the womb, your movements
caused discomfort...

Yet, I grew you
for selfless and selfish
reason, twined as bone
and flesh are,

But I am not alone
as I struggle with the
frame of your being
nor by myself do I place
content within the structure
I am permitted to use

And as I strive to make you
She comes and cuts and rearranges
body into shapes I am unfamiliar with.
Anger rises within me, asks me to
speak thoughts that intend harm
But another says, let it be.

So she and I dance this
awkward dance of placing
you together and
birthing you
onto paper

If I could cut these words
from the marrow of my bones
shift from the blood of my heart
I would, I really would

Words that would to make sense
of this helter-skelter, bad mad
sad world;

Brother of long ago,
your words lay the
path I now tread
as I stumble through
this life.

Brother of times past,
you sang the Song
I sing as you
sorrowed through
life, walked through
the shadow of death
with Him by your side.

son of my Father,
your words dropped
from heart, cobble
the ground I walk
and pray on, lead
me to a Voice
I am beginning
to recognize...