Monthly Archives: July 2017

That Place Between

It first starts in my chest

this energy

that I wish was foreign

Sometimes the pain is

an ache,

an emptiness,

or a physical tangible feeling

that you can hold.

The energy spreads from that place between

my heart and lungs

to my limbs.

Fingers shaking,

toes curled.

Constantly aware

of everything

inside of me.

All this happens

before my mind

even acknowledges what is happening.

Fear.

Out of My Mind

I hope one day to be

out of my mind.

Strange sentence, I know

I guess I must already be

out of my mind.

I hope to be

out of my mind

and into someone else’s

to understand them

in the exact ways

that I don’t understand myself

I hope to be

out of my mind

and into the world

not just stuck in my perspective

but to experience the world

through seven billion and counting minds

I hope to be

out of mind

and into other’s

because I want to focus on God’s people

and not just on God’s person

me

I hope to be

out of my mind

so that I can investigate

what is in my mind.

I may be crazy

if I am out of my mind,

but maybe the world needs a little crazy,

or at least I can hope.

Wonder at Beauty

Wonder confers a value on an object

it confers a sense of beauty

this beauty does not necessarily mean

bright colors

symmetric features

curved edges

it only prompts a second-look

something that captures our attention

and says, “There are magnitudes in and to me”

beauty compels wonder

wonder engenders beauty

thus the circle of beauty and wonder

cycles in appreciation

a worm is just a beautiful as a sunrise

or a woman

or a building

or an ocean

or a flower

or the moon

if they are all wondered at

And so, do not let others determine

what is beautiful

by controlling your wonder

because then they will control

your thinking

your individuality

and your world

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Wikimedia/Jessie Eastland

Not Going to Be Here ~ In 50 Words

I just wish I could hold onto you

but I can’t

So I find myself staring blankly at nothing for a couple minutes

simply thinking about you

I’ve come to terms that you are leaving,

but not yet that you are not going to be here

I miss you already

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Flickr/frankieleon

Celebrate Their Sacrifice

The wind whipped my hair

as well as the dog hair

that was stuck to my swim suit

Water (or maybe dog drool)

sprayed on my face

as the speed boat raced across the waves

As I pet the dog

and looked out on the blue horizon

I thought, “This is life”

***

We celebrate the day

that initiated a five year war

and cost hundreds of lives

with fireworks and parties and hamburgers

with speed boats and late nights and music

because we are honoring the men and women

who fought for our freedom

by enjoying our life, liberty, and pursuit of happiness

We do not only mourn their deaths

but we honor and celebrate their sacrifice

because freedom should be something to sing and dance about

freedom should be celebrated with family and friends

Along with the flag,

our symbols of freedom should be

smiling faces and satisfied hearts

because I am proud to be an American

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Hope

Hope is the fortitude that resists the current flowing to the mundane and vapid. Hope rises above the current and aims for dreams newly born and not yet quantified. Hope is not confined to time limits or statistics or realities, for it is an aspiring sensation from deep within the heart. Hope is the perennial fuel for ambitions, not yet mechanized into  spreadsheets and deadlines and paperwork. Hope does not have to be rational or good, it only has to exist for its power to be manifested.

Or at least that is what I hope.


I do not know if I agree with this post but I do know that it seems not to matter.

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