they pay to kiss your feet

since there's no one else around, we let our hair grow long and forget all we used to know. then our skin gets thicker from living out in the snow.

Thursday, July 03, 2008

truth.

i listen to the c chord
and then the f minor
and i wait
for something to go
wrong,
badly,
terribly inconsistent or damaging
or more along the lines of what i've been
used to.
like key throwing
and screaming and name calling
and tears.
lots of
t
e
a
r
s.

but all that comes is
glory
and good
and faith and love
and this new idea of who god is
and how much He really loves me and you
and them
and the world because He created it.
i mean, really, His heart beats for them
in the most natural healthy way...
so as i sit and wait for bumps
or hiccups --
for the dust to settle into piles that require lots of cleaning
mixed with therapy and a heavy investment in Swiffer,
i'm learning
that things don't always take the pattern
of bad to bad to worse.

no

not at all.

and that kitchen with the yellow walls.
well, i can picture it full of lots of life and love
for a long time.

3 Comments:

  • At 10:19 AM, Anonymous DKC said…

    Now this is why you must keep blogging... simply wonderful.

     
  • At 9:28 PM, Blogger Spyder said…

    Word!

     
  • At 7:34 PM, Blogger Pipsylou said…

    I love it. When you are famous and selling millions of books will you specially sign one for me?

     

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