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

The Rock

Moses struck the rock and dispersed water

The cool stuff of life freely given

The Spirit in the rock from the father

God’s gift and the flesh interwoven

 

Jacob, in distress, chose to flee

Stopped in Luz to rest his head

Experienced dreams from the Head of three

On a pile of rocks made his Heavenly bed

 

A rock is not merely a rock

As Christ is the Rock of Ages

The mission of the Spirit Christ’s body unlocked

And on Christ’s body did Jacob lay his

Kurosawa’s White Witch

White faced woman white cross

Her withered eyes at the other side of the screen

Haunting my college days

Those nights in Turlington Square

Breathing in the clove smoke at midnight

Hop on the 34 thinking

How do you spell Kirosawa?

That old woman, her antique horror

From a nightmare I never had

Young minds in silence stoic no professor

White witch on the loose

For me those nights were hard trying to figure out who I was caring so much what people thought of me wanting people to envy my intellect everything was just a jumble it was gross gross gross

Light – hear the crackle

Smoke billows

The woman

She’s sitting atop the rock and my god that will stick with me

Vending machine quarters muddy coffee it’s something

Steady slippery cobblestone

The woman shuffles over holy ground but no preacher

His tin can’s at home – his cross is in pieces in the back of his Civic

At least he believes in something
The heart of campus

Buses usually bustle like blood cells

Tonight it’s quiet

I walk and the woman walks

Frat row chapel the bat house

People are sleeping the bats are up

Sonar screams pierce the night sky

And I

Walk alone except that woman

She hobbles in at on algae covered steps over down on concrete

Bumbling apparition

I lost her in the graffiti wall
There’s a white witch on the loose

But I lost her

My eyes don’t soak in images like they used to

The Maker of All Things

I was working in the yard

With earth up to my elbows

The dirt was dark and cool

Earthworms performed

Figure eights between my

Fingers. Beetles came to

The surface to inspect. My

Knees were deep in the dirt

I filled my hands with scoops

of land. I washed them with

Cold water. It all brought true

Satisfaction and it occurred to

Me what God must have felt

When he was at work, seeing

Creatures come into being.

Feeling land between his

Fingers and cold water clean.

I’m envious of the Maker

Of all things.

 

Photo credit: “baby grass [mother’s day present]” by Flickr user woodleywonderworks

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