If I were a mere mortal in the land of the living
You know that place where truth and grace collide
And the maker of heaven called me beautiful in spite of my ugly
And I set out to show the world the immensity of glory
And the rug beneath me failed to hold the weight
And the ground shook at the sound of Your voice
And I am me and you are infinite
What can I offer?
A prayer to the God who sees
A song to the voice of the mute
I am a disabled veteran in the land of the living
No claim to fame just a life sacrificed at the altar of service
And in my case, badly offered
Bruised and unworthy
But still showing up
Still ready to stand and say it’s all worth it
Bring it on world, I’m here standing on weak knees, ready for tomorrow
Warrior with broken feet…standing on hope.
Wake me up!
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.
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.
You were a dream when my eyes were fixed on more
You held me until the pain stopped then you brought it again
And I get lost sometimes in us and who we are
And I wonder if you see me
I wonder if light breaks darkness like the hammer I think it is
Then, I go to sleep and hope
You are my dream
Maybe dawn will bring light
Either way, He makes all things new
Good morning world
I’m happy to meet you
The earth spins round until we are dizzy
Maybe today is tomorrow again or yesterday unleashed.
I don’t know
But I know I love you
And I know you and I are fixed in space and moment
And love is bigger than now
Eternity unleashed in the presence of my heart
Maybe it’s enough
If not, I’ll try again tomorrow
Find the lights
Is there a melody?
Music brings life
I can’t breathe without melody
Who are you?
Find me tonight
Bring me song and lyric
And tomorrow I will wonder what I was looking for
I sit at the table of a hundred imaginings
Holding my breath for the light
And the darkness can feel suffocating at times
But the light encompasses
And I wait for the music to rescue so I can sing along
But tonight, melody is fleeting
Superlative and encompassing
Beautiful and victorious in the midst of me.
Hope can be found in breathes…in moments when I inhale and exhale song and melody and the brooding chaos of the ache.
Tonight, the song can capture the waking wonder and I can imagine tomorrow
And maybe that’s enough
I’ll keep you posted.
I’m just a ghost figure in the corner watching my life walk by in shadow while I keep breathing.
Control is an illusion for the “other ones” on the outside calling the shots.
Faith is a bridge I’m building
Tomorrow is a dream worth living
So I breathe
So I call tomorrow a promise
Knowing is luxury
Trusting is strength
I’ll let go and watch my wax wings melt and maybe pull off a miracle before the fire and sea consume me.
Better yet, I’ll watch God work the miracle for me
Until fruition, I am free. Until tomorrow, there is now.
Watch as I split the sky and bring thunder!
Watch as His glory unfolds.
Few times, in my life, have I ever felt this exhausted.
Blow me down like the air pumped into a balloon and I will pop
Mull me over with words and I will implode to nothing
Sink me in the earth with a step and I will cave to dust
Sleep is underrated to the, truly, tired!
The promise of heaven on a pillow where nothing comes in but surrender.
These are the nights that test the soul.
And I stand waking with the promise of dreams while the world slumbers.
Life is messy
Sleep is treasure and my pillow is screaming lullabies that should be quiet
In the place of the mind where the quiet goes to die, I wait
Until tomorrow when the siren blazes another day has come.
Until then, don’t speak or I may blow away.
When steal hearts rust, the breeze is threatening.
Goodnight world. I’ll see you on the other side.