Antithesis

The red bricks here
warm my hands and heart
even when the wind
burns them with its ice.

Whisper

Ashes.

Ashes to ashes,
dust to dust.

Remember
that you are but dust

Dirt and pain and sorrow and toil and tears
and life.

and to dust
you shall return.

~~~

(we sing this song at our red brick church, and i like it. the lines alternate with the leader and the people; for the last line, everyone joins together, their voices twisting and rising in humble offering up, up, up towards the sky and to God. those notes, they arpeggiate to create a chord. 1-b3-5-1. do, me, sol, do.
that do at the top? i like it.)

Glory to God, glory to God, glory in the highest.
Glory to God, glory to God, glory in the highest.
To God be the glory forever.
To God be the glory forever.
Allelujah, amen; allelujah, amen; allelujah, amen; allelujah, amen.

Sisyphus

So this brave new world
we call our own?
I don't think
I like it
much.


I like
to imagine
lines that curve.
This rigid rationality
leaves me to wander alone.

Dissipation

Whispering.
Spirits sing,
ghosts soar.
I hear your voice
and it sends shivers
down my spine
and tickles
the corners of my heart.

I want to feel
the warmth of your breath
on my cold, cold cheek.
Lashes brush
and eyelids close.

I wish you would look back
as you walk away.
but I blink
and you are gone
so quickly
that I would never have known
you even existed.

Strike

I hurt my finger
so you caught it up
in your hand
as you commiserated
and something inside of me
flickered
when you touched my hand.

Yawn

I
am
so tired
right
now.

Confrontation

Fears
Worries
so often ungrounded
but sometimes, not.

I wonder
if tomorrow will be like that
if my fears have roots
that are growing into the soil now
and tomorrow, I'll go to yank them out
but I'll pull and pull
but it won't matter
because they
won't
move.

and they'll grab down
and pull and hold
harder and deeper and stronger
than ever before

then I'll step back
defeated
and facing reality
and the weeds will look at me
as they feel their roots
groping in sheer lust,
in some deep, dark place,
and they will throw back
their scrawny little heads
and necks
and laugh.