Lying Flat and Useless

Bedridden by time, I am

Lying flat and useless

While night’s nothingness

Is drowned out by the sound

Of a rainstorm on my phone,

A gale on my nightstand
My eyelids hang low and heavy

My head pounds quietly to

The rhythm of the rain

While I lie awake with distant thoughts

Running laps from ear to ear

The race won’t end, and my eyes won’t close

The Electric Riverbed

By the electric riverbed I laid

Taken captive by its sound

The sweet, fake droning of this false place

Lulled me in and out of sleep

As my hand hung in its binary shore

Feeling the bits of information wash over my fingertips and disappear as they came
 
 
The river lapping at the land

Licking its digital lips a little at a time

A little at a time

I recognized its danger

Yes, it’s shallow but it stretches for miles

Look, it goes on and on
 
 
The sound

I wish I could explain it

Like something I’ve heard

Before but it’s

Not there

Can my mind tell the difference

Between

An electric riverbed and a real one?

 
 
Photo credit: “physical bit” by Flickr user Miki Toshimichi

My Thanks

My God, how I can see your marvelous gifts

Your unending love and care for what you make

You give us life and help us grow, even though

We go astray and spit in your face

 

You promise us a mighty victory when

The end of days does finally come

You’ll pick us up and hold us as your children

As the old world is swallowed and left to soak in sin

 

I continually rub the sleep from my eyes

Too blind to see your powerful work,

To sense your subtle nudges in the right direction

I don’t take the time to remember that you are here, you are working

 

Thank you, God. Thank you for caring.

Thank you for thinking up redemption.

Thank you for sacrificing yourself for the weak.

Thank you for mending the broken. Thank you for love.

Surrender

Within the human heart there is:
Depravity
Expectations
Conditions
Deadlines
Changes
Improvements
Immorality
Sales pitches
Hidden meanings
Deceptions
Lies
Rage
Power grabs
Backstabbings
Double entendres
Depression
Murder
Cruelty
Innuendos
Impurity
Limitations
War
Taboos
Brokenness
Dread
Fear
Anxiety
Poverty
Loneliness
Shortcomings
Wanting
Confusion
Hunger
Hopelessness
Callousness
Anger
Pride
Greed
Lust
Envy
Gluttony
Wrath
Sloth
Theft
Addiction
Instability
Conflict
Misunderstandings
Sin
Corruption
Adultery
What-if’s
Idolatry
Indifference
Boredom
Violence
Weakness
Blame
Failures
Self-inflation
Doubt
Selfishness
Disappointment
Terrorism
Worship

We can’t escape the problem we are
The problem
Let us surrender – let us give up our lives
Give them to God
That he may provide comfort in the midst of that list

A Letter to This Little Journal Here

“I heard you got a dispatch from San Jose,
I heard it was the color blue.”
Man, it’s been five weird years
Since I wrote those words to you

You’ve been collecting dust in a drawer
Longing to stretch your leather
I’ve been preaching in the corner
And trying to read the weather

How have you been, friend?
What’s the word, brother?
You don’t say, dude!
It’s good to see you.

A Wedding Scene

Invitation lost in the mail
We’re crashing this wedding
 
With our clothes tattered
We can eat for a minute until
The King comes in –
Duck under the tables
Rips, bruises, dirt under our nails
 
Put on our Sunday best
Search and seizure
Food and wine soak the ground
Tables turned over
I hear a weeping and moaning and gnashing of teeth
The guy next to me is thrown out
We told you! We told you!
 
But few are chosen
God help me. God help my brothers and sisters.

Tenants

Let’s be honest you and I are tenants greedy and murderous

Our Father is good and thinks better of us

“They will respect my son.”

Quiet master –

But we tossed the stone uphill

Killed between thieves

We were getting drunk on the wine the toil of others

Gorging ourselves with the body until we almost burst

Pocketing silver

Bashing in servants’ heads

We’ve been evil since the day we were born

Sorry I know it’s sad

To Really Know Him

To know God, to really know Him
To feel his pulse inside my chest
To delight in what he delights
To detest what he detests

To know God, to really know Him
To understand who He really is
To befriend that which is holy
To love His people like He loves His

Why, then, am I comfortable
Simply knowing about Him?

Oh, to know God, to really know Him…