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

One Foot In The Dust

Tirelessly seek forgiveness
Restlessly confess
Repentance is not restful

And so, as the Psalmist's warriors
who hardly perceive we are so
We await, exhausted even
even as we are poured out
as we march
toward our rest

Without ceasing
as others we've forgiven

what sun has made you
weep in your exile
your destitution

Though you may see well
the hidden things
belong to God

Who made his Servant
spend out His life
in this penitence

Struggle for purchase
and strive for breath
yet do not flourish
for with the sun
withering and waste
are the lot for them

should no hope be from Him.