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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.

Weather Forecast

I’ve built the world

pages ago.

I wrote the dark and dreary forests

and foraged the happy and hopeful meadows.

I created the trees and carved my name in their trunks.

I scrawled the birds and now I watch them fly.

I’ve built the world,

but that was pages ago.

But now,

Now

I make the world dance!

I get to decide whether it will rain on the forest and meadow,

whether my characters will cry and fight

or

will it be a sunny bright day without a cloud in sight

where my characters will laugh and smile.

That’s the magic,

I decide.

I create

and now I get to control the weather forecast.

My characters are written in pages

and live in my heart.

They are so close to me,

I know them so well.

I devise people who I love

but someone who I would be scared to meet also.

I know their fears and loves

their mother’s first name and their children’s best friend.

I fabricated this world,

all the plants, animals, and stone walls.

But then I start to wonder,

if I feel this way about a world only typed,

not alive.

How does God feel about us?

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Watching the World Go By

I’m watching the world go by.

The dew drops on early morning grass

How the leaves move to the wind making silent music

The cool water seeping through to my soul as I float

Rough rocks and bits of sand and how they are forgotten

A worm wiggle out of the soggy ground from the rain, only to die

Twigs that fall from trees, are stepped on and broken in half

Sunlight that almost crackles when it hits your skin

The soft temperature that is not baking or sticky nor cool

The buzzing of bugs and the chirping of birds

I’m watching the world go by.

And maybe that is all

No more or less

Not thinking ‘Am I a part of the world that is going by?’

No

Just watching

Just watching the world go by

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