they chased after
elusive rainbows
thinking the colors–
(the shimmering wonder!)
were outside of them.
one day,
they woke up
and realized they were
light itself
and the game changed.
they did a spiral dance
together
luminous brilliance
(refracted wonderment!)
in an infinite sea of grace
His Futile War He and she The space between Push Pull Plunder Pillage Penetrate– Her earth Her womb Her mystery. She will not be contained. She engulfs– like the ocean or quicksand. She envelopes– like a carpet of sky or hot lava. She is volcanic mystery overflowing. He tries to contain the uncontainable.
His anger is not your fault. His abuse is not your fault. His violence is not your fault. His lies are not your fault. His depression is not your fault. His avoidance is not your fault. His guilt is not your fault. It’s all his: His life, his work, his choices. (You have your own.)…
mad libs and laughter rain crashing against windows three girls warm and loved
If Mr. Crouch can get an audience member to believe he had his arm raised the during an entire performance when he hadn’t once raised it, what can we convince ourselves?
This misty, Sunday morning, so cozy and warm. A world of wonder awaits!
“I’m liking this a lot,” she said. “Me too,” he replied. (she smiled) for a moment, everything was right in the world