part one: tunnel park

october on the beach
with my favorite things
God and guitar
Word and Spirit
books drenched in ink

within seconds the wind
erases evidence of my existence
footprints in sand; gone

the waves sing a chorus
first stirred in the deep
while the city sleeps
waiting for winter

but i come here to breathe

to sing
to lament
to dream

about upcoming continents
with confidence
that He is in control

like my brother once asked:
“how do you make sense”
of all this?

birth
and
fall
and
death

then birth again
into a new creation
where wheat and weed
from the same seed

begin

yet in different places

end