It’s good, sometimes, to recognize
your fear and give it space,
to realize what’s eating you
so you can give it grace –
to walk into the jungle’s lair
with eyes wide open, knowing
that crocs and cobras watch and wait,
while jaguar eyes are glowing.
I’m attracted to cairns, and
I think I know why.
I do love a good rock, and these
point toward the sky.
The foundation is solid, a
wide, flat, smooth stone –
placed and chosen with care
to bear weight on its own.
come on, let’s kick it
feel the beat
swing those arms, bruh
groove them feet
Even the peaceful soul must know distress.
Knowledge was never gleaned from nothingness.
Duress is key, yet joy brings lessons too.
Bitter and sweet (combined) divine what’s true.
Hope was not meant
to lock in the result
that we hope for.
Hope is simply a force
to ease burdens and
light our way through.
Life is a sea –
an ever-changing flow,
awash in sights and sounds
we come to know,
our spirits free.
Brokenness heals –
cracks wide our throbbing doors –
lets go, lets God,
lets out the flood that pours
from swollen skies.
My self-portrait, if made today,
would be on paper, not in clay.
An abstract, puzzling my eyes
in shapes I strain to recognize.