the further you walk,
the crazier it becomes:
the answered prayer,
the calmed fear,
the stamped-out insecurity,
the encouraging conversation,
the forgiven sin,
the truth that smacks you in the face when you really need it,
being able to laugh at tomorrow -
you didn't deserve any of this.
were there millions of gold stars to the right of your name,
you'd still not have earned it.
you never could,
ever.
yet,
He gave it to you -
not because you're awesome, but because
He is.
Sunday, September 23, 2012
Monday, September 17, 2012
hype O. gly seem E. uh
my body, it seems,
burns through glucose, sucrose, fructose,
and all the other saccharides
like there's no tomorrow.
really more like no this afternoon.
it ain't no diabeetus, thankfully,
but the lightheadedness and shaking limbs
aren't so great, either.
food is the only remedy.
i guess i'm okay with that.
burns through glucose, sucrose, fructose,
and all the other saccharides
like there's no tomorrow.
really more like no this afternoon.
it ain't no diabeetus, thankfully,
but the lightheadedness and shaking limbs
aren't so great, either.
food is the only remedy.
i guess i'm okay with that.
Saturday, September 15, 2012
old hat, new shoes, pt. iii
upon reinhabiting your former room,
you find its closet, shelves, drawers,
nooks, crannies, and all other means of storage
utterly overflowing with ancient artifacts.
the time has come to don your pith helmet,
fetch your duster brush,
and go for a dig.
your discoveries are overwhelmingly clear:
you're too sentimental for your own good.
correction -
you were too sentimental for your own good.
you find that you've lived without these antiquities
for years,
and have not missed them even once.
all they do now is sit
and sit
and sit.
you now know far better than you did back then
that a ratty, old t-shirt, old class notes,
and all the other bits and bobs and odds and ends,
regardless of whatever sentimental value they possess,
there's better treasure to be found,
and that treasure
is
not
here.
you find its closet, shelves, drawers,
nooks, crannies, and all other means of storage
utterly overflowing with ancient artifacts.
the time has come to don your pith helmet,
fetch your duster brush,
and go for a dig.
your discoveries are overwhelmingly clear:
you're too sentimental for your own good.
correction -
you were too sentimental for your own good.
you find that you've lived without these antiquities
for years,
and have not missed them even once.
all they do now is sit
and sit
and sit.
you now know far better than you did back then
that a ratty, old t-shirt, old class notes,
and all the other bits and bobs and odds and ends,
regardless of whatever sentimental value they possess,
there's better treasure to be found,
and that treasure
is
not
here.
Monday, September 10, 2012
vultures on the road
you make the familiar countryside trek home
down the hill, through the meadow, and up another hill.
there they are, the scavengers, juxtaposed against
the otherwise bucolic landscape,
feasting on the freshest roadkill cuisine - a skunk.
surely it's not the mildest of meals,
but they carry on.
the menacing birds
turn their foreboding gaze toward you
before they fly away for the time being.
you know they'll be back.
so,
train a sharp eye
and
plan
accordingly.
down the hill, through the meadow, and up another hill.
there they are, the scavengers, juxtaposed against
the otherwise bucolic landscape,
feasting on the freshest roadkill cuisine - a skunk.
surely it's not the mildest of meals,
but they carry on.
the menacing birds
turn their foreboding gaze toward you
before they fly away for the time being.
you know they'll be back.
so,
train a sharp eye
and
plan
accordingly.
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