Windshield

Your face read like a glare
In the windshield glass
As I turned at the corner
Of mourning and daybreak
The oncoming traffic lost
In the blinding intersection
Of flustered distraction
Until the collision
Jarred my naive sense of balance
From the front seat
And left
Ignorance
Facedown and bleeding
Profusely
Onto the asphalt
Two hundred feet further
Down the road

Yoke

I’m trying
Again
To count the grace
You’ve granted
When I pray
Forgive me
If I
Stagger
Whilst attempting to
Readjust
To the
Relief
Of the
Easy yoke
You set upon me
In place of
The nauseating
Burden
That bled me
Nearly dry
With each
Defiant step
I took
Away
From
You

Matthew 11:28-30

Motion

I wrote the following poem about a month ago with a very clear and personal interpretation taking shape as I typed each word and to me that very personal narrative is still very strong. It is one of hope and grace and motion. Now, though, I have the privilege of watching those same notions materialize in other places and in the lives of other people around me. I’d like to dedicate this poem to a friend who continues to inspire me on multiple levels as his life continues to unfold as an amazing and very tangible testament to God’s grace and the wonderful way in which my Abba has chosen to weave it through the stories of those who leave themselves open to His hope.

The call resounding
An echo returning
The claim He staked on me
Catacombs filling within
Even their walls soon yielding
To the lightless’ unbinding
His grace like the sea
A rolling tide within
Destroying my frailties
The resentment
The fear
The jealousy
My measured love
Soon
Now
Free
To be more
To be His
Clearly

for K