and the best that we can hope for is a few familiar faces a light in cold dark places a moment that erases all the walls that hold us back
In the beginning There is only breath In the end, there is only breath In between, world exists, and is g… All that is transitory, all that i…
In the smaller hours In those times of unspeakable doub… Look East and see the faint splas… Of mango and sand, soft as a web And strong as a child’s shout
Like dark jade The blue fingernails of the dead Rise from the earth Miniature trees Clawing at skies not listening
Like Ezekiel In the valley of dry bones I awaken Every dangerous morning And stumble toward Bethlehem
In the first ringing of shock, in… As we shake and blink and try to u… There is no hand to pull us throug… and the same scream that brought u… Faith, pure as molten lava
Here we go Like the dust bowl families that w… Learning to stretch the bread and… And still found gritty smiles for… Here we go again
There was a toad with golden wings That landed on my blackened lily p… Maybe it smelled tears Diamonds on my back
Surprising, but yet not at all That we orbit in again, after unkn… Yes, it’s YOU again! And we know through the familiar s… Or the same pure force that stands…
Now that the storm has passed, and… In the silence between the waves w… As we lay breathless on the sand Can you hear that, the faint rustl… And, soft as sea moss, the whisper…
Beneath the pale of dreary days go… When long the shadows lie upon you… And all the evenings tears have lo… For loves own labor tossed and tor… When all alone at last you wander,…
In the belly of this beast Once past the razor teeth And cruel, empty eyes It is strangely peaceful down here Where all the unwanted, the castaw…
Last night I turned a corner, and… And in the light between the trees… I saw this new horizon, not bound… And looking at the pebble, knew, t… Had led me to another land, the sa…
In the turn of the storm As the birds race by The dark clouds of confusion seem… And even the silver knife of the s… We squint through the stinging sle…
Newton took it all wrong When that apple dropped The same sweet, deadly orb That dug Eve’s grave One sunny day in Paradise
