little poems, pt. 1

Words often surface in me, needing to be written. I often share the longer poems here, but many of the words that surface are short, little more than phrases. I wanted to share a few of the ones from these past few years.

I am safe in my thoughts
I've felt every corner
Of my mind
But my heart is a dark fog
I don't even know
Where it is


(the emotion square)

















oh for shalom,
the weight of God
in everything


(psalm 85)




















today I've done
all I can do
it's time to sleep
God help me to


(type one)






















well hello
happy woman
I don't know where you came from
but stay


(post-acceptance prayer)




















out of the desert
into the tunnel
dark and angry
resentful but believing
in the other side


(faith)





















the clouds used to
tell me that
you are good
but now
they're just clouds


(uncertainties)





and they're still
good


(uncertainties, pt. 2)























sirens
caution tape
news anchors
flowers
repeat


(another shooting)




















not falling away
just falling


(deconstruction)























I'm not mad at you
For being wrong
I just wish you hadn't been so sure
You were right


(the church)






















I'm grateful for how the ocean
drowns out my thoughts
how it demands all my attention
and says nothing


(ocean)























isn't it ironic
that he died
a blasphemer?


(heresy)


























who first called it
"walking away?"
the ones who go
or the ones who stay?

'cause it feels like I
have stood in place
and watched it slowly
drift away


(drifting)






















I have not sunk
to the bottom of my soul.
I don't know how.
I'm afraid I'll drown.


(the examen)



















my heart is a river
flowing too fast
for my control
so I damn it
all up


(damn)



















even the sky is blue


(on sad days)






















oh I am full of paradoxes
strewn with crossroads
but not fickle
just alive


(not fickle)