Traveling

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
depart until
I am all
gone.

on Psalm 139

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Psalm 80:1

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.

What Job Asked

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

Waltz

step one
step two
toe touch
one
two
touch

with Your
fingertips
on my spine
one
two
touch

a path
two
touch

a prayer
two
touch

that Your
ways
one
two
Your
paths
two
touch
will be
as familiar
touch
one
as a dance

a rhythm
I can follow
in my sleep

a pattern
imprinted
on my spirit

one
two
touch

teach me
one
two
touch

lead me
one
two
touch

save me with
one
two
touch

and I will never
dance
two
touch
with another

step one
step two
toe touch

on Psalm 25:4-5

in the meantime

in the meantime

hold my hand,
for I cannot see

speak to me,
for I am lost

touch me,
for the abstract
is lifeless

sing to me,
for the fog is
faithless

it was
so long ago
that you spoke

I’ve
forgotten
your voice

but
walk with me

and I might
remember.

“We do not see everything … but we do see Jesus.”
(Hebrews 2:8b-9a)

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