When time stops do you feel it?
Is there a moment when everything is okay and the world is right and stands the test of time?
Or do we wait, with hunger, for another moment?
Maybe that’s the beauty.
Maybe the hunger fuels the fire for tomorrow.
I don’t know. I’m just you, reaching into the void, waiting for the voice of God to smile on my weakness.
Maybe clay cries out to potter longing for completion.
But the journey is worth the wait. So I’ll stand in the light, knowing the dawn is brighter.
And I wait because you’ve always met me there.
Nothing becomes something beautiful in your embrace. Sometimes it just takes a minute for me to catch up.
Felt fabrics…light and rain collide. Truth isn’t elastic. Go deep!
From the places the ashes go to burn, I can see you were me…and I…and us consumed.
Who let the ember die?
Who felt the life when it was young?
Only the coals. And fire begins in the belly of the brave.
Remember who you are…
I was once a dreamer of big dreams.
I still am
I once sat imagining all I could be.
I still do…sometimes.
And in the midst of who I was and who I am, I find this amazing dichotomy.
I’m not less than I was when the world was rose-colored.
I’ve faced giants no one saw coming.
But I’m here…
And I’m breathing.
I fight against non-existent clocks and existential realities until I’m numb and clocking in and clocking out.
But I am more.
I know it. Maybe you don’t.
Who plants the sun in its station?
Who holds the earth in orbit?
Who called me “more” when I was dust?
You are my audience and I clamor for applause while all you wanted was willingness.
So here I am.
Breath and bones in twilight.
Take my everything and make it meaningful.