I feel the change in air pressure,
In gravity, in weight
I am falling backwards
Out of this place
This occurring singularity
Presenting itself like fate
With all wonder and horror
Simultaneously trapped in the space
Between waiting rooms,
Strangers queued, like bait,
Which realm was the nightmare?
Which reality is apace
Of racing time, and drifting rays,
And the cold gray that lies in state
At the end of the queue?
I shroud my face

From this day forward.

My world was always spinning.
Disembodied hands
Pushing, pinching, pulling,
Before I could stand
Always too soft, too spun,
Too broken on the wheel
Of living, moving, having being:
The wound created to heal.

And in every rough-hewn fingerprint
They left behind
Is a tender design,
A spinning whorl of the Divine.

You are the Potter-King;
You waste no clay
On Your spinning wheel.
There has never been a day
You did not care for me;
You’ve had me in Hand.
No turn can change
The work You have planned,

And I am Your poem,
And You are my All.
Shape the pain, shape the day-
I yield to Your call.

Thank You for Your tenderness,
The gentleness in Your craft
Thank You for providing
In every breath I draft
Comfort and companionship.
No one can stop You.
I believe with all that I am
Or may be: You are True.

Your promises are sure
Like the west wind
Collecting afar
And returning again

I don’t know
What You are molding
But I trust Your palm
Inscribed, upholding
You brace my gaps,
And make me whole,
While broken still,
You mend my holes

Oh Great I AM,
The Benevolent
Sculpter of souls.

I slip beneath
The icy wave
Take hold, Father!
Deign to save

I remain at Your mercy
And Your mercy alone.

The dry bed drinks the rain
Like it never fell
Not because it hates the rain,
But because it’s hell

To live without it.

I absorb all You give me
With little to show
Because in a drought
In order to grow

I need a flood.

I hate everything
Nearly everyone.
What is left for the promise?
I just want to be done.

I can’t imagine anything
That would make these days
Worth the tears I’ve shed
Or the bitter haze

Of human interaction.

Father God,

Forgive the myopic faithlessness
And curses I’ve spoken.
I can’t imagine a way
To restore what is broken,

And I don’t want to give anyone
The satisfaction

Ever again.

Let the murderers live in their own sin

Until the blood they drink, they drowned in.

I just want to leave here,
But there’s nowhere to go
Where some echo of their bloodlust
Isn’t sure to follow.

I don’t know how to,
But I choose to believe You.

Because I believe,
Praise Your awesome name
You are righteous in all You allow
And in all You proclaim
Thank You for all the blessings
I cannot yet see to count,
But when I look back
Will have been enough to surmount

The hurdles of tombstones
And empty bones.

All that’s left is scarring.
There is no skin.
There is no way
To be whole again.

I don’t want to go; I want to stop.
Not to leave, but to cease.
There’s nothing but more pain
Underneath every release.

You said Your plan
Was worth the wait,
But where is a love strong enough
To penetrate and dissolve this hatred?

Hope deferred makes the heart sick,
And I am so sick here.
You promised, and I wait
In agony, in a cemetery, in fear

So achingly alone
In the dark fugue of despair
The rejected wife
For whom, no man cares.

Aren’t You a God of justice?
Don’t You care for the poor, the broken?
Do these tears fall between the cracks:
Heaven’s forgotten tokens?

Be You.
Forgive me.

Father,

I am here.

And I know You are.
Today, I feel overwhelmed,
But I believe You
Are still at the helm.

Thank You
I don’t deserve what You do.
Thank You for promising
You will make all things new.

There is no corner of my life
I feel joy to inhabit,
Except the one that dissolved-
But I can’t have it.

Forgive my failure
To give proper thanks to You,
To enjoy Your good gifts,
Or give credit where it’s due.

I am grateful, but sore.
I ache to be done
With the days in between
What I’ve lost to the run,

And the promise You’ve won.

I can’t imagine feeling good again.
Every victory feels like an empty wind.

But I am here.
I’m still all in.

Okay God,

I’m not going to lie:

This last round hurt.

It knocked me flat,
Just about six feet down,

Give or take.

I had everything on me
And no one to brace me.
The ones who wear Your name
Added more weight to my back
The ones who loved themselves
Couldn’t love anyone else

I lost a lot.

But You warned me beforehand
It would happen that way,
And it did.
You were right
And You were enough.

You still are.
You and I,
We’ve been through a lot of hell
Mostly alone together.
We’ve both been burned
Here on this razed earth,
In the throes of our best hopes
For arsonists, from the ash
I don’t know if I smell of smoke,
But when I close my eyes-

I can always smell it.

You shook me awake tonight:

Keep my eyes open.
Keep them focused ahead.

I am weak and small.
I knock over easily,
But in You

I have never given up
For long.
I can be knocked down,
But never held there.

I stand again;
I fight.

I was born in the fire,

And I am small, but within me
Is a fierce inferno.
It may die down in the storm,

But it does not die out.

It builds back in full blaze.

The readiness is all,
And I’m ready to fight again.

Let’s do this.

What’s next?

I hear the cards shuffling.
I’m all in.

Deal.

Protect the love You planted
In the secret depths of me
While still in the womb,
Before it could be,
Allow my love to live
Though I have tasted death
Let my thin exhales
Be like Your own breath:
Comfort and forgiveness,
Restoration and purpose,
And honest,
And worth this.

Cover my sin, and
Set free my love.