apology to the wind

You howl at me, angry that I have turned my back and not run away away away with you when you called. I tell you, "Maybe next time" but you know that isn't true either. You know I will never run away with you, you know that my roaring spirit is chained inside a mortal body that cannot quite fly like you. Stop whistling outside my window, I cannot come.

You are often cruel and cold and you know I could never be with someone like that. You could never truly love me. However, I love the wilderness in your eyes and the shivers you send down my spine. I will always love you. 

Please (never) stop calling to me. 

swim swim swim

If we stop moving in a new direction,
we will sink to the bottom of the tank
like a lazy shark,
unable to keep our eyes open.

If we stop creating,
our hearts will slack off
and cease to ever skip a beat,
unable to experience joy.

To create is to be like the creator,
but if we halt our own progress
we defy our own nature
and our nature defies us.

Just keep swimming.

sleep disruption

Sometimes in the process of keeping me warm, the pop in the water in the radiator stirs me from the quiet of sleep. 

Sometimes in the process of keeping me safe, a fire alarm goes off in the distance and disturbs my perfect slumber. 

Sometimes the love of the Lord does what is best for me while removing me from a good place, and it is well with my soul. 

song of praise

The smell of fresh baked morning air wafts into my bedroom and bounces off the white walls as I breathe it in; my lungs explode with light. The paintings on my walls watch while I am transformed daily into a new being. Every time I blink my eyes I see now as if I am someone else; I am new. You have made me new, and I am so glad. 

homeless man

You can't make homes out of people.

If you rip apart their bones
(To build a house)
Their skin will sag and
Muscles collapse.

You can't live inside of a person-
Their lungs' capacity
For air
Would be greatly lessened by
Your campfire.

If you live inside her
For safety
The stretch marks will be
All she remembers
When your warmth and light
Are gone.

People aren't homes,
We just don't grow that way.

autumn travel

I love seeing mountains on which the clouds lazily leave listing shadows. 

describing the sky

I have been trying

To fit the sky

Into my mouth

For the longest time. 

The colors drip 

From my lips

Like honey;

My cheeks filling

With the sweetness 

Of the clouds. 

But I cannot begin

To fit the sky

Into my mouth,

And it is far too vast to swallow. 

Perhaps I can breathe it in

To my lungs instead.