Dreams

I spend my days in dreaming and my nights in preparation.

For what I hold to birth within me aches with desperation.

I long for days of springtime sun when what is grey turns green.

and city streets will come alive with people newly seen.

I long to rise with courage out up from the prison of fear

and freely journey forward inviting many others here.

I long for truth to be spoken and heard, to take us by surprise

when the echos of God in us aren't muffled by our self-denying lies.

I long for heart-to-heart encounters and not just a passing-by

where we can truly see each other as you look me in the eye.

I long for words spoken into the silence, to hear voices yet unknown,

and also for silence to have it's place when words must turn to groans.

I long for hearts to truly see the Kingdom all around

and identity to be awoken as what's lost is found.

So many dreams within me, so much hope to hold.

yet I've discovered God within me gives me courage to be bold.

And I entreat you friend or foe in the midst of all this strife

to find within you the will to dream big dreams unto life.

And I hope for you patience to sew these dreams to your own two feet

and not just float them overhead,

beloved, take them to the street.

Underwater

I can't breathe.

I've made the dive,

taken the leap,

pushed off from the ledge.

Gusto great.

Eyes set.

Hopes high in going low.

Now I'm thrashing

losing strength.

Struggling.

Afraid I've bitten off more than I can chew.

Memory of breathing keeps me sane.

The world above becomes an Eden.

I'm lost in the cold dark depths.

Do I surrender, float to the top, and breathe the clean, long-awaited breath of life?

Or instead do I fight harder, and failing, find instead, I can breathe underwater?

Carry me Through

Standing here, waiting for the break of day

wondering if I have the strength to stay.

All of my hope is on a promise and its truth

and it's only you who's pulling me through.

Been going through the motions for way oh way too long.

Don't even have the passion to write another song.

Barely crawling on and my prospects are few,

cause it's only you, who could pull me through.

Sometimes the mountains seem too high and the valleys seem too low.

I fear the path before my feet's not where I want to go.

But life has told me differently, yes, life has told me true

and I know that you, you will carry me through.

yes I trust that you, you will carry me through.

On Being a Woman

A hand outstretched

to reach

to hold.

A ribbon in the wind

maintaining its being

shifting its form.

A deep well

from whose dark mystery

emerges the water of life.

Blood that paints the rock face

with beauty

with strength

with courage.

Caught in the Muddle

Caught in the muddle

of fighting and feeling

of anger and pain

of breaking and healing.

Don't know where to turn

or how even to be.

Unsure of the path;

nowhere feels free.

It's one of those seasons

one of those years,

where I'm forced to dependance

and cleansed by tears.

Life feels so messy

there's pain all around.

I long for the Kingdom

and listen for its sound.

Face to the Sky

It's raining.

........It's Seattle.

Big drops today.

Clouds without form.

Just a soaked blanket of gray

no longer able to hold back the water.

I try to protect myself;

to go inside;

get out of the rain;

hide from the clouds.

I can't see clearly through the clouds

or through the vast unknown of my future.

It's bigger than me.

Out of my control.

-and out of this churning obscurity

spills the drops of mystery.

into my present

onto my skin.

Will I hide inside

grasping at the sure foundation of the controlled?

Or will I step into the elements

allow my skin to absorb the rain

and turn to face the sky?

Alignment

Body.

Mind.

Soul.

Spirit.

............Me.

Layers of being.

All present.

All mine.

I am one.

yet feel scattered.

My body's tired, cold, but able.

My mind is restless, mischievous, bored.

My soul is confused, desiring, and frustrated.

My spirit is weak, hidden, longing.

How do I bring into alignment all these parts of self?

there is power in alignment.

there is healing in alignment.

I gain my sense of being in alignment.

Jesus promised life to the full.

and I want to live into that

with all my being.

But I believe Jesus will meet me where I am

full or not

and draw me unto life...

..................all of me.

Body.

Mind.

Soul.

Spirit.

Sustain the Longing

Christmas is over and done.

at least this year's celebration of it.

We remember the fulfillment of a promise.

The Messiah came!

after being suspended so long

in the hopes of His people.

The longing was met.

There was no fasting while the Bridegroom was present.

For centuries the Israelites had gazed at the heavens

with eyes of hope

with hungry hearts

with groaning spirits.

Israel sustained this longing for thousands of years.

Again we find ourselves in such a season.

Advent is not just a season,

but an expanse

amid our narrative with God.

For the bridegroom is once again absent

And now we wait, gazing at the heavens

with eyes of hope

with hungry hearts

with groaning spirits

ever and anon

until the light once more shines in the darkness.

Our eyes get strained from squinting into darkness.

Our hearts we fill with junk food, that fills but doesn't satisfy.

Our spirits we silence in the groaning, for the sound is unpleasant to bear.

Yet, longing sustained is our constant season.

feel the emptiness within

groan for the light remembered.

This is not a state of striving.

This is a state of being.

For who we are is not who we were designed to be.

God has set eternity in the hearts of humanity

and the Kingdom, though come, is yet coming.

So we are in constant waiting.

constant longing.

constant groaning.

not to be quelled until that much anticipated day.

Sustain the Longing.

Align your spirit with your body and soul and mind.

God came through once.

He will come through again.

Let your light shine.