love // politics

people in
pairs;
triplets;
together: creating

me: alone
waiting;
or procrastinating

it’s hard to tell

when
you’re
lost

somewhere
between
the wilderness
and the city
is where i rest

yet unrest
has uprooted
this loneliness

this
strong
desire

to know
and be known
to love
and be loved

==

as the wind blows
past these trees
shaking leaves of

green

the breeze of august
will chill september
and reveal majesty

while the day of
labor reminds us
to lay down our arms

and
rest

==

i return to the same woods
where i wept over her
but discovered it was me

memories of gethsemane
where the Savior’s blood
dripped red
with anguish
‘take this cup’
He screamed
inside His soul
but drank it up

anyway

to
simply
save
the
world

==

so for now i find perspective
in the unexpected
words that fall from the
sky and land in letters
that speak of hidden form
like a mirror looks back
and says ‘there’s more’

than
what
we
see

like the unseen
beauty and chemistry
of a triune King
with a big k
unlike the little ones
on the television

spitting chunks of fools’ gold
into the hands of beggars
who wanna rule the world