In the Silence

In the silence
You meet me there
My heart rent before you 
And

The broken spaces too filled up with
My faults and theirs

Your grace and mercy

Your love and peace

Restore 
Repair
Renew
Again

All from You Poppa
All from You

Foo

Foo is an intentionally meaningless placeholder word often used in computer programming...

Why have only one
When two will nicely do
Filling life up
With things that are not You


Foo



Skating

Forgiveness is easy
Like skating on glass
If you don’t peer to closely 
At the wrong

But

If you gaze long and hard
And  consider all the stuff
You might go crashing through the surface
And 
Drown

Sully

Sully 
transitive verb: to make soiled or tarnished : DEFILE

Please do not

Sully


Sully
With

The demand 
For 

Rights

The preoccupation with being 

Right

The squeezing so far over to the 

Right 

That

 love
joy
peace
patience
kindness
goodness
faithfulness
gentleness
self-control

Flee

(being no room for them an’ all)


Please do not

Sully Him
Make Him

Unrecognizable

So soiled
So tarnished

Defiled
By 

Self 
(ME MY I MINE)
Rightness

Please do not 

Sully 

Him

With 

That





Abrasive

When the world is too 

Abrasive
Cold
Hard
Mean
Rude
Cranky
Frustrating
Annoying
Sad/Bad

The invitation is always there

(always)

To crawl up on into 

Poppa’s lap

And rest awhile
Awhile


I Dreamt Of You

I dreamt of you
I dreamt of me

You arrived welcome 
(but uninvited)

I called
(fearful)

Beckoned
(hopeful)

come join us

And

You entered
(but)

Stiff
Arms yet folded tight across your chest a

Vain shield around your cold hurt embittered heart

(I’m sad for you
I’m sad for me)



Come Lord Jesus

Come

Heal
Restore
Renew
Make New

As Only You Can Do

I'll wait
Am waiting
Will wait

For 
You




Spun out

I never imagined

(in my wildest imaginings)

Imagined I

I would be one

One of those

Spun out of the church
(the family of God for crying out loud how does this happen 
it's wrong on at least a thousand levels hyperbole intended)


Well

Not THE church

(actually)

A church

I’m at a loss Poppa
I don’t recognize myself
I’m wearing clothes that don’t fit

(because)

I loved her so

Still do


(but)

She didn’t love me back

(not really)

Because

There wasn’t room for me

(the me they imagined was welcome)

But

Not the me that actually was/is

(he/them/they lower case intended made sure of that)

Poppa hold me
Hold me close
I’m just so very sad

(also)

Thank you for new spaces
New faces
Who look on poor wretched me 

With love

Love 
that 
feels like 
sounds like 
smells like
looks like 
tastes like

You
You
You

(and so and still)

I cry out to You 

Heal this broken soul 

Make me whole

Help me trust

Again



Ghosts

I’m haunted by ghosts

The ghosts who ghosted me

Whispers of 
Loneliness 
Loss

Shadows of 
Love

(unrequited)

Pass over
My soul

And 
Leave

A 
Hollow

Ache

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