I want to love you.
Really, this is me asking permission.
The repressed heart is really the worst fate,
what Pharoah had to fear.
October 29, 2013 | 6:26 pm
Your love could fly, could be grounded
As if they were different.
Your love could ask questions
Be in the stillness of the deepest silence
Your love could pop up and make this world greener
And more full. Your love could sit back, receive
Revere women and men and children and worldliness
Could tend the truth of Our divinity.
October 22, 2013 | 9:58 am
October 17, 2013 | 6:46 am
The angels conceal themselves
from those who could see them (Avraham could see them)
To him they must call themselves men.
And the angels reveal themselves to those who
Would never see them as angels
But still to them (Lot would not see them) the angels are men.
And there was my heart
That had tried every day
And the first love he breathed
He looked at in its most natural way.
The early mercy became part
Of this tree and the red
Freedom peered and she began to
Put on orange stockings and
Walk to the news stand.
September 13, 2013 | 7:33 am
Guardians of prayer
Are so free inside
flying to You in messages
Asking for nothing
Someone mentioned to me that we are guardians
of the whole world
And everything that we guard
belongs to You
these songs for You, to You as space.
We are the Guardians
and gardens of prayer,
caught in Your grace as you.
August 26, 2013 | 10:11 am
You are meant to be here. Have you ever heard this said? You are meant to be here. Lets say why. When people say it usually they mean there is a great big plan—or maybe even it is small, but you are meant to be here. There is intention behind your hips, behind your ribs, your pulse, your lips. The mind of Him. And of here of which they speak of now. Right here. Here- here you are meant to be right in this moment wide, ready, open hearted. Raise your hand as if it is a prayer. I am here, fully here.
June 24, 2013 | 9:13 am
You were born and given eagle's
something soft, something big.
Something fluffy, something free,
have you ever heard
about the latent cells in the human heart waiting until some perfect time, a pre-determined time when all will sing?
Are you ready, Song, to be heard?
do you even care that you weren't before?
"yes!" Because the song she sings
will envelop you like eagle's wings.