Haiku

Stray often in mist.
Lose yourself in grey forests.
Echo through the trees.

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i open today.
find me safe in redemption;
find me in silence.

I Once Was Lost

usually on thursday nights i go over to a friends house to study the bible with some pretty incredible people. I barely know most of them, but it’s so obvious that they are special, that they/we have something precious that i think i lost a long time ago.

last night we all were at a friends place moving her stuff into a truck. Heather’s going to go live in tennessee. the full moon was high in the sky and it finally felt like autumn; your face is cold, but you’re warm wearing a sweatshirt. i’m not sure why i noticed or why it means so much to me, but it does. i was taking apart a swing set next to the moving truck with a cheap set of wrenches and listening to the happy echo of conversation that spilled out. and for the first time in a long time i didn’t feel forgotten, that somehow, even though i was outside, i was still important.

every time anyone moves, you HAVE to take a picture when you’re done. it’s a rule, i think? as my friends and i posed on the stairs somone turned around and smiled at me… for no reason, totally unprovoked. someone else tried to eat my head or something? someone else said they were GLAD we were both broke because we had that in common! Who are these people?

Before we left we opened some wine and cider with a doorstop because we didnt have a corkscrew… and toasted Heather. there were crackers, fig newtons and pizza out on the table, our own little eucharist, all of us priests. when i left everyone gave me a hug. it hurt because they all meant something to me. i love these people. i don’t feel afraid, i don’t feel unwanted. i want to know their stories and make a story with them. maybe this love isn’t so much lost as forgotten.

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last night i dreamt of
our aching conversation;
feeling the sunset.

i got up today and the first thing i noticed was that the sky was grey. i love that. it’s like god still had the covers tucked up around the chin of the world and i was safe under the rolling grey blankets. i still have writers block. i still feel alone sometimes. i still don’t have a job, but it’s ok. i know i’m loved because of cold grey awakenings like this morning.

damn i feel used

Something Worth Touching

I’ve spent so many harried moments finding peace in the loose flick of these keys, the hopeful, mocking, stabbing parade.

when i am decieved
i will sing of that great love
and remember you.

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i will remember
this place, the broad wind that i’ve
known for the first time.

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i wish you would speak.
maybe we are not so close
as we used to think.