Security

I do not feel safe

but what can this mean?

crammed in a seat

in the upright position

the man beside me

may be a physician

please, I beg him

remove my pain

I am a human,

this is my name

small

sick

worthy of blame

am I protected?

I am surrounded by

oxygen, metal, carbon, wood

thought, system, law, and love

I do not feel safe

I am betrayed

lovers who leave are not lovers at all

I do not feel safe

but I do not fall

Peep

If nostrils flaring indicate I am alive

This air in my chest is keeping me there

In, out

We exchange molecules and atoms of gas

This bit of flesh on the edge of my face

pink and warm

this is my lip, made for kissing the foreheads

of small children

This callused flesh on the edge of my phalanx

my fingertip, communicating even now with rhythmic taps

This sharp edge, rubbing my right foot

The toenail of my left big toe, protecting it

Words, labels for the elements of life

I know them better as

Myself

Spun around

Love fills you and spins around your mind in such a delightful and fulfilling,

monumental watershed way that you just

want to write and write and write all these realities that there are no words for

But you can’t.  You never will.

He’s bigger than me

Stronger than me

He died for me

And He still wants to be with me

He has authority, and power

His grace falls down in showers and hours later it still is waiting,

For only my yes, to receive

Everyday he draws me near,

to interfere, in evil’s work

Every day he calls my name,

just the same, as he did the day of my birth.

What is my worth? 

Only in Him 

Where I can run? 

Folly it is, even to try

He is the sea and sky

He is above the sea

I must cry

Jesus is Lord

Doorbell

It happens in a moment

Suddenly the doorbell rings and life starts over

Now, of a sudden, the person I was

Becomes the last, best page

Of a story I’m no longer writing

Opening the door is opening the world

With you