Married the Stones

With no help from God
We followed our hearts
and married the stones

Pride has lifted us up
as if to heavenly places
but our fall

We depend

shall see us knocked down
the angels
Horrified, watch

We plummeting shall see an end
The End
Lest we cry for help from God

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Nod to Ryan Bingham
A not-too-subtle twist
On his striking poetry

Strong nod to G. K. Beale
A less subtle summary
Of my takeaway from his
We Become What We Worship

Answer for a Child

"The prophecies of the land, these I can believe"

"We are looking for a heartbeat that matches our own"

and that is not found walking
or resting among us
or under or own hands

sighing sign 
that a mother's heartbeat may be
the child seeks a greater breathtaking

is made in the image of the truly alive
is to be made truly alive
that is the prophecy for man, child

the breath-filled life that comes to us
that we do not find in our searching
that is strange

but so very familiar

Between Eternity

in the morning, darkness
the sky green, then purple

the mountains appear, though
darkness still abides

black On black
where there is no luxury

no chance for merit, the desert , God, granting purchase in sovereignty

but the tension, knowing that the luxury, the water-fat is still where I am

God is near in the desert