Fun (As an Adult)
Absorbed in the moment between surprise and embarrassment. I must be an adult with a monitor in my head, that shakes at the moment’s noisy music and the things I did.
Impressions
With an impression I get……..um. I rather meant inspired. I just don’t know what it says or what to do — hold it in to where it resides within myself, savor my sinking precipice, or again….say less.
Age
My age I rather not tell,
Because it is bigger than me.
Mercy
My addiction. Sharing it with someone on the street sharing it with God.
Peace
The Confessor gives us the best job to do. When the truth is told, it is best exhaled, setting you up, pissing you off, then setting you free.
Thanks
A free pass out of the hologram of important sins to conquer. Not fair at all, in line with life. An omittance of the judgment behind smiles. An admittance of joy everlasting, that hasn’t been felt in quite a while.
Romance
The romantic we need, how to receive the forearms and hands of God—yes, by all means permissible, surely needed, hiding inside our regal rare hearts. He only warns of time’s passing. He will start a fire, over and over, before you decide when you die.
Compassion
….is the cure to ache. And for some, it aches constantly, a mission compass to the heart it broke. Healing that form of love takes a mission.
A Good Marriage
Your integrity shines and you don’t see the light.Your light shines and you don’t see your integrity.
Self-Work
“What is the reward for working on myself?”
Everything you want.
It is better than a job.
It is your life’s work.
It earns no paycheck more than a life, because it finally is one.
Empathy is Poetry 