Time enters into birthing
Screaming at crimes
Both real and imagined,
Travailing, waiting before the Divine
Either gnashing or trembling,
Begging for more time,
But the contractions come
One wave after another-

Am I prepared?
Has anything I’ve done mattered?
Have I lived a life pleasing to You?

Last night I dreamed
Walking through the fearful sleep,
The aching loss, the sudden sight
Of loves I couldn’t keep
Or purge.

And I wondered upon waking
If You felt the electric proximity
Of a bride not ready for the taking,
Did You wrestle to hold Your equanimity
So her equity wasn’t compromised?

You came from unreachable heights
To walk beside her in flesh,
Did You ache at the sight
Of who she wasn’t yet,
Or who she would become?

Did You see the future molding her
In her fledgling eyes,
Did You yearn to hold her
Against Your chest, under those skies-
Did You know Your time had not come yet?

Did You feel the temptation contrary to reason,
To pluck the fruit accessible,
To defer waiting for the proper season
To express the still inexpressible
Or subvert waiting?

Because we see what You did instead
Walking with her in tender restraint,
Passionate and patient, You led
In purity without taint,
A life given for her good.

You loved her to death all along
Taking those electric moments in stride,
Investing Your love where it belonged
You earned the ransom for Your bride,
In which I now may join

Unto our selfless Groom
And King.

Oh you,
What words have I not already wrung dry?
To say I love you in a million ways
Some written or spoken
Others lived out
In the untold proclamations
Of coffee refills and shared glances,
Oh my word, I love you,
From that day I was spoken for,
But we sat across the table and
Something made complex and intact sense
About your entire existence
Hot potato and musical chairs,
And we’re still here
Together.
Hidden signals before we knew
What we had could thrive,
Could have a name,
Could share one.
We traveled down the aisle
And hundreds of miles
Now we’ve traveled years as well-
Every year I love you more.
Every year I learn to be loved,
As we wrote into our wedding.
You stand broader now,
Grown into your integrity
Like a giant sentry stands erect,
And we laugh at the ecosystems
expressed in partial sentences,
a single word sometimes,
a nuance or inflection,
giggles and whispers and smuggled kisses
And you’ve proved,
Through every season,
To be the better portion
Of all I am.

You are worthy of the one:
The one love I had to give,
The one life I had to share,
The one hope I could invest,
The one partner to labor with,
And laugh with,
Embracing every moment
As a table for two.

Oh you,
Come What May,
With my every seam, I love you.
I’ve always loved you.

All the ground I’ve gained
The least two weeks
Scales down behind me
As I rejoice at the peak:
Praises and communion,
But the old, familiar enemy
Brings my body to a halt:
A pain-wracked cacophony.
This time we set aside to celebrate
Now in bed, I pray relief
To force this physical aggressor
Return the blade into the sheath
How deeply I desire mission
A life spent tending the soil
In the great vineyard
Wherein the fruit may never spoil-
Father, use the pain that grinds me,
Use my willingness and my sin,
To feed the sheep You send me,
To be Your fisher of men

From this age unto the end.

I close my eyes to daylight,
Lulled to deepest sleep
By the gently lapping bay
In which I’m steeped
So tiny no one saw at the first
Whether I lived or died
But You carried me to the river
And dipped my feet in the tide

Merely a child stretching her legs,
Unable to walk, but I could see
Our essence is imprinted
By the timeline of eternity,
I felt the hours stretching before me,
The suffering, the weight, I cried
For the longevity of shadows
You washed my fears in the tide

I gazed upriver long
At the cost I once must pay
And I purposed, even then,
To give it all away
You set me apart for the task
The defiled You purified
You committed me to You
Baptized in the tide

Stumbling along the shoreline,
Floundering in the waves,
Every movement forward
I cried out to be saved
And You gently held my head
In the hands that sanctified,
You taught me to tread water
As I navigate the tide.

So far from where I began
But when I close my eyes to rest
I hear the water lapping
As the heartbeat in my chest
Silk waves folding around me
As a veil around her bride,
And I remember our communion
Mingled in the tide.

As each new shoreline passes by
You add joy into my journey
The unexpected blossom
Of unsuspected yearning
Constant in the ebb and flow
You stand with legs astride
Like mighty oaks in root
Unmovable by the tide

Your branches reaching every shore
I cling to You or drown
The Golden Sunlight dances down
Upon Your priestly crown
And praise erupts as crashing waves
Tossed from deep inside-
My God of every shore;
My God of every tide!

I strain to see the port
Wherein my journey ends
I’ve never been this close before,
Surpassed so many bends,
But I know the destination
Will be the journey satisfied;
Your presence marks the value
Of every passing tide.

Here as my flesh
Wrings my sleeping hours
I breathe in peace,
Considering the flowers
Of grace bloomed
Through my many years,
Pushing through topsoil,
In the sweat and struggle and fears,
You cultivated an orchid
In a landfill.
I turn to the sun,
And You warm me still.
You are so very good.
Who could compare?
With simple words
You dredged despair,
And transformed the slime,
The loss, the rubble
Into a home
Free from the troubles
Inherent in the origins-
You made a sum
Greater than the parts,
Because of our plus One.
Who could have seen
In those days of unfolding
The whole, intact beauty
You continued molding

From our broken pieces-

Hallelujah, God of Kindness,
And may You always be celebrated!

I don’t need goodbyes.
They stay crisp, preserved,
Since some folks can’t handle them,
And some don’t deserve ’em.
Separations lined up like shots,
Fast and silent, down the hatch,
A lightning round
Awaiting stealthy dispatch
And the silence killed
The little bit left alive
That tiny new thing
That might have survived
If selfish sins
Weren’t treated as holy relics:
Velvet ropes protecting idols
Eternally derelict
Self-consumed and consuming
And those they claim to seek
Cannot fill their hungry guts
Pouring the blood of the meek
In deceitful rage
On the idol’s throne
A scene so revolting
They must be left alone
With the gods they chose
To repent someday, or die-
So I pick up my pack, slip out the back,
And whisper no goodbyes.

They put me on hold
And jazz
Swirled me away to brighter days
Soaking up the sunbaked sadness
Of broken living
so many generations in
It happens after the funerals
that moment you decide to begin again
And the world continues
Like it isn’t some strange new thing
Like it hasn’t noticed
All the black you’ve been wearing
In the summer sun
While the jazz plays on
They left me on hold
The days
That aged me.