Reminders on Sunday

Justice is optional:

Should I lament? 

Exerted, tired;

I find myself spent. 

Frame it beautifully, 

Display it 

In the Foyer.

Over the mantle, perhaps. 

Open arms,

Open heart.

Open arms,

Open heart. 

Worship: see Your face. 

Need: met by love. 

Justice is optional:

Love never fails. 

Fear is optional:

Power, love and sound mind prevail. 

Rough Stones

Rough Stones can be beautiful;

Trace their jagged edge.

Maybe porous or solidly packed,

They mesmerize. 

Picture the scene: 

It's me, washed in violent ocean.

If I'm flesh, I bleed.

If stone, I'm changed.

Either way, 

I respond.

Either way, 

I have to learn.

Meta-analyses Are For Papers

Grinding gears to make product

The prospect, confusing; what is enough?

I came to give/get everything I came for.

I came to see everything.

Don't be a coward

Don't be afraid

If you are scary,

Then I am brave.

Let me be the judge of what I can handle.

Give me everything; don't protect me.

Let me show you how I use it.

The mouth, twice the size of the body.

My Best Work

You haven't fooled me, 

Even if I am bewitched. 

I'm conscious, d. 

Even if my choice is ill advised. 

Volition, here, means I exert

A love that isn't deserved

Verb, or Noun.

Given freely.

There's some liberty

In feeling a little robbed.

Because I made it,

And gave it away.

Yes, I hoped

For something more.

No, I didn't get it,

But I did my very best work.

So Far.

Experience

This yarn is bumpy, and frayed.

Its tinge uninspiring, and gray.

Here, we press the foot pedals.

A wheel turns slowly.

It is coarse.

You might call it ugly.

Press, and guide

And turn.

Spin

It. 

The Words of A Friend.

You're beautiful, you know

I'm telling you so

Look at the laughter in your eyes!

Just a bit more;

Keep going, my love.

Your heart makes me smile

Persist. Persevere. Prevail.

Keep going, my love.

Close your eyes a spell.

I listen carefully for you;

Heartbeat a melody.

Exertion and acceptance marry.

The guests are products,

The church is a library.

But no one will give you away.  

Velveteen rabbits

Time to admit it, 

Time to come clean. 

That look on your face, 

Was meant for me. 

You don't exist,

And neither do I. 

This moment, an ignition,

A reason to try. 

If I clamor here,

And you do your version,

We might be real.

 We might get motion.

Velveteen rabbits,

You and I.

Come, love.

Come love.

We're real in the tension,

Fake in the day.

We're non-existent,

If we don't engage.