Lord, you are my song, You are my joy,
You are my defense, my quiet place.
The chaos of the world pounds ears and heart.
My soul gets twisted up in knots with fear.
And so I call on you in depths of night.
When everyone else is nestled and asleep,
I lay down wrapped in black and plead my cause
And remember that your glory is my gain
Thoughts of pride
Come unbidden,
Swelling like a comforting,
Wonderful wave
In my soul.
And I am surprised
To find this evil in my heart.
And dismayed. I start
Bailing foul water in a state of
Panic, what if God sees
This and smites me down?
I try to change my thoughts,
Yell at my brain.
Panic. Worry. Drown.
There is a Dove.
White as lightning.
My chest is a cage.
Sometimes I feel
The rustle and flutter
Of the Beautiful;
Some believe
The Devil
Does not exist.
In Miami, one day,
A man named Rudy Eugene
Strips off his clothes,
In broad daylight, downtown
Picks a random homeless man
And throws him on the ground
And proceeds
To eat his screaming face off
For 18 blood soaked minutes.
There is a man
Sitting cross legged and sore
Surrounded by ladders.
Dust is his relative.
Familiar and cool
Against him. Low.
Grabs a cool handful
Spill it from fingers to palm.
Breathes the smoke of it.
Mesmerized by dust.
Special thanks to James Butler for producing this track! You can see more of his work at IR Productions.
You know, I’ve done my homework.
Checked out out the other religions out there.
And I think my wife and I are ready
To take the plunge into Christianity.
We like the whole “going to heaven thing.”
You know 41% of the U.S. is protestant,
According to the 2013 Gallup poll? Yep.
My Amara Joy.
5 years old.
Unicorn
Warrior
Princess.
Sometimes
I still get snuggles
On the down-low.
Special thanks to James Butler for producing this track!
