Poem 7

blowing soap bubbles of fancy
talking weddings with those I love
equality and theology

Poem 6

in: counting breaths to keep breathing
out: if I stop counting, they will stop coming.
in:stilling my heart
out: I do not count its beats--but--
in: I listen for its rhythm
out: slower
in: softer
out: my blood is too busy doing oxygen things
in: to brighten my cheeks
out: my breath sounds like Rice Krispies (snap crackle pop)
in: my ribs are sore and tired
out: from hauling oxygen

Poem 5--2 hours sleep

Jesus vs Candy vs Pop Culture

aka the random thought processes of 20 somethings.

Poem by Cat and Michelle and Emilys

I’ve always wanted a Speedo

Next time you go to the states you can buy one

you can have dialogue in poems

look down you said this was once a famine road.

what else?

You already wrote an Eastery one,

this one will be about Minieggs

crispy shell so soft in hue

I’ll have one maybe two

salivation aroused by their delicate perfume

robin speckled candy

Mandy Moore?

She was so young when she did that…

He is risen!

He is risen indeed!

To remember

The blood that saves us

not shed by accident

or through failure,

but by glorious plan

because of love

to reconcile God to man

that we can be

clothed in His righteousness

not our own

Poem 3

Roots grow best in hearts, not soil,

the heart is dangerous country though

for roots

we like to tear them out

Poem 2

We look at life through a telescope

we do not know that we do this

we think that what we see is the truth,

Or at most—through a single pane of glass,

but it is not

it is a context and a vision of a part of the whole

it is not the whole

Poem 1

We see things through filters and frames

We see as through a telescope or a kaleidoscope

All those mirrors and beads and baubles interfere

between the object and the subject

we do not regard with our naked eye

we look through culture and language—

through expectation and former events

desires that we do not all share

and ideals that we polish with our good intentions

Poem a day

So, I've decided to work on writing a poem a day for  a month. To be honest, a friend is doing it and I thought it was cool...so I'm copying her.

Letting go

How do we give our worries to God, when we are concerned with what He will do with them? I am struggling with this a lot right now; this trusting that God has the best plans, that he is in fact capable of caring for our worries. I don't want to give my worries over, I want to keep being worried about them, and what's more I want to fix them in my own way, doesn't matter that I have no idea how.

I'm scared that what I think is good will not be what God thinks is best, and I don't know how to reconcile this.

time for the vacation to end

I feel like I haven't done anything in weeks. It has been good, but it is time for the vacation to end. I have a room to organize and reading to read and writing to write. I feel like I've forgotten how to think, or do anything that matters. So it's time for me to shut the computer, pick up the books and papers littering my room, and get the desk into some kind of functional.