Moments fly with gentle quick about me
Subtle grief harmonizes oncoming melodies.
But my heart is full of blood.

It is beating
through this small and insignificant
tree-body.
Saying:
I must love--run--run--love
another time 'round this track
til lungs burst and limbs give way
(branches break)
in order to give all I have;
breath; will; life;
-O God-
for Your sake.

my heart bursts like the first bite of an orange
exploding in my chest like that citrus
supernova's delicious turbulence in my mouth.
and in these moments I am unable to think,
sometimes even breathe
mesmerized til this reckless storm passes
and I can crawl back upon my knees
to wait on heaven - painful part -
but my eyes still laugh unable to contain
such bold and blazing hope.

love underlies this present wilderness
catching weariness with its branches
ocean waves gently bear off heaviness.
dry places are watered with dews heavy drop
on my head making me smile out loud in my heart.
paths that wind and voice occasional near
there is love, though somewhat hidden, here.
it's call hearkens of Spirit, new birth,
life, sisters & brothers, golden worth.
O Morning desire dispel evening's mist --
and in your wake leave your exiles blessed.

Come once again, thou cool winds
that blow from Calvary!
Wash over this child,
draw her home
to undying streams of mercy.

In my sorrow, Lord, You mingle your tears
In my emptiness, God, Your cries echo in my ears.
In my sin, Lord Jesus, You stretch forth a nail-scarred hand
In my lameness, Holy Spirit, You empower me to stand.

Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves have received from God.

2 Corinthians 1:3-4