With every flight and every new city,
I am mercifully one step farther away from you
in miles, in memories, in fresh molecules of air
on my skin to erase any trace of your breath.
[Where can I go from your spirit?
How far can I flee from your presence?]
Cleveland. Orlando. Chicago.
United. Delta. American.
And out of the skies: highways and byways
from city to suburb to country. Keep going.
[If I fly as far as the sunset,
if I hide beneath the ocean,
even there you find me.]
Let me leave you. Find a new heart to haunt.
You have no use for my rising or my sleeping,
and I have no use for your secrets, no matter how holy;
they elude but ensnare me. You are not playing fair.
[You surround my thoughts, my living, my being.
I am helpless as your hand & your eye behold me.]
Chase someone else with your ridiculous love;
find a new quest to win, a new enemy to test
but depart from me if you care at all…
…and I will depart
and depart and
I am all
on Psalm 139
God of mystery,
you who whisper through the shadows,
guide our feet as we walk this night.
God our shepherd,
you who lead with wisdom,
call to us clearly across the hills.
God most brilliant,
you whose throne is assembled by cherubim,
shine through with truth and healing.
God of many ways,
you who make a way when we have none,
herald hope for this wild journey.
God in the heavens,
you with your crown of stars, riding the wind,
come and be flesh among us.
How long is your joy, O God?
How far is your delight?
Beyond the horizon
to the ends of the day.
How strong is your love, O God?
How quick is your compassion?
More than the lion’s roar
as it rushes to its prey.
How beautiful is your grace, O God?
How sweet is your goodness?
Like a baby’s first laugh
to the widow’s ear.
How wide is your embrace, O God?
How deep is your wisdom?
Greater than stories told by generations
that could fill the ocean’s canyons.
How soon is your grace, O God?
How sure is your faithfulness?
More certain than your next breath
from the blink of an eye to the setting of the sun.
on Job 38:4-6
on my spine
as a dance
I can follow
in my sleep
on my spirit
save me with
and I will never
on Psalm 25:4-5
in the meantime
hold my hand,
for I cannot see
speak to me,
for I am lost
for the abstract
sing to me,
for the fog is
so long ago
that you spoke
walk with me
and I might
“We do not see everything … but we do see Jesus.”