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made our hearts crafted of clay exist in a parado

made

our hearts
crafted of clay
exist in a paradox of Love:
we are filled
to pour out

our minds
purposed for glory
exist at the crossroads of Wisdom:
we gain more
to be less

our bodies
formed from dust
exist in the now-and-not-yet Life:
we breathe
so we may die

our souls
drawn perpendicular
exist at the intersection of Being:
we are nothing
and everything

heaven (figured I should write a follow-up to my l

heaven
(figured I should write a follow-up to my last poem)

the Kingdom
is in-breaking
even now
glimpses of Glory
shatter the shadows
echoes of eternal purpose
stir in my soul.

though Death and decay
claw at my earthly being
waiting to feast
and consume me
into nothing-ness
though Death and Hades
will have their way
and i will cease to be…

i will be again
made New
with all creation
reconciled and restored
to Life
for the Kingdom
everlasting
has overcome.

it is not yet
and it is now
and we can sing
a New song
in the face of Death
knowing
that Heaven
is already here.

after life thank God i wont go to heaven/hell to

after life

thank God
i wont go
to heaven/hell

to some disembodied
state of glory/torture

a place
of crude
human imagination

heaven/hell is not
a place
it’s a beginning/ending

its an invasion
of Light/dark
a Newness/finality
which awakens/consumes
the soul

no
i wont go
to heaven/hell

and neither
will you

waiting for spring February branches hang dry and

waiting for spring

February branches
hang dry
and barren
empty and sad

memories of glory
gently pulse
through deep roots
of knowing

made for more
whispers the wind
and birds perch
as a reminder

but the call
of death
feels simple
and close

this is one of those poems that I’m like… “w

this is one of those poems that I’m like… “welp. no one is gonna get what I’m saying here at all.” And, I guess that’s ok. Because it means something to me, and maybe it will mean something to you. And maybe that something will be different. And that’s ok - more than ok, that’s great. And maybe it will mean nothing at all, and that’s ok, too. Or maybe you’ll think you know what it means and you don’t like it. I don’t know what you’ll think… and I can’t control what anyone else thinks. So, by sharing this *anyway* it’s my exercise in letting it go. I will once again “part with these parts” 💜

no way is this girl 9 years old!!!! Hard to believ

no way is this girl 9 years old!!!! Hard to believe, but it’s true. As full of spunk and sass and sweetness as ever, I love this girl to pieces ❤️❤️

the Miracles of life lie between what is and what

the Miracles of life
lie between
what is and what
will be.
imagination,
cultivated
by hand
for our own
blessed becoming.

The west-facing windows in our house don’t come

The west-facing windows in our house don’t come with the best views. There are fences and trees and neighbors’ houses which block the horizon, so I don’t always know when a picturesque sunset is making an appearance. Today when we sat down and started eating dinner, the pink and golden hues were peeking in and I immediately excused myself from the table and went out to the backyard where I could get a better look. So here’s a no filter look at this evening’s sky which made me happy.

I want to waste time searching for wretched beauty

I want to waste time searching for wretched beauty,
so I may hold, in my weathered hands,
the grains of time — where we find
the paradox of humanity
held together in mystery by extravagant Love.
What wretched beauty is this life
where we crave more and more
though we carry the weight
of a thousand broken yesterdays.
Still we know there’s beauty in the dirt —
wretched beauty — waiting to be found.
So I want to waste time searching
for the extravagant, unnecessary, abundance
of this wretched, beautiful life.

see the morning glow gently caress the soft underb

see the morning glow
gently caress
the soft underbelly
of hand-painted clouds
carefully placed
in the bluest sky

bare branches give
a wakeful stretch
from the moon-soaked earth
while the evergreens hold
their blanket of snow
to keep
the winter chill close

oh, Light of dawn
you remind us
again
of the ground
and the sky
and the wondrous-ness
that is
the intertwining of
heaven and earth

📷 credit: @sharonsaysso

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