Friday, September 21, 2012

The Sinner's Prayer

Lord Jesus Christ, 
Son of God, 
have mercy on me,
 a sinner.

Say it 50 times in a row. I dare you.

Saturday, September 8, 2012

A poem I wrote in Greek Class.

Dr. Bear gave Samatha
a pencil, which she passed along to me.
In purple square font is written
"I dwell in possibility"
I like this pencil.

Lately the storm rages on in my
little fishbowl of a world
swirls of chaos always gathering
on the edges of my coffee breaks.
I am one small girl, who no one will write
brave words about.
I keep pencils to remind me to go on.

My life is no small battle, and
I know no end of the petty fights
against the clock.
i am no true soldier
i want to be, but always miss my cue.
I dwell in possibility.
I carry pencils to remind me of the truth.

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Jack and the Journey West

I've got a vision and an atlas
and the pennies i have saved
pressed against my pocket
with dried flowers and your face
on a picture on the dashboard of my heart.

I've got a mystery i'm solving
with each passing corn field view
instead of flying over
i'm fighting my way through,
i'm going where going men have gone.

Jack and the Journey West
searching for a different point of view
squinty eyed in all the light and mess
this is the stuff that doing doers do.

Jack and the journey west
on the road, just to risk the wind and hope
and maybe, driving long enough
we'll end right back at home.