tears
stream down into this makeshift beard
unkempt
no need for that which has no consequence

tears
because the only thing that matters is His love
uncontrolled
here weeping in His arms

first at meant life

where sun and moon are snuffed
earth and water fade
time is silent
capsized life
obliterated
cease to begin except for grace
given legs to run to freedom
shed this shell
speed to real existence
gasp first fresh breath
life as it was meant
life to the full
glory in being made
a creature of beauty
large in creation
exploding with meaning and purpose
eyes trained to see
and voice to speak
loved by name

for it is me
finally me
and it is you
finally you
no more what we wanted to not become
liberated
uncontrolled with joy
the fresh snow in hot summer never noticed until now
weep at such as this

one the brink

ages past
these last few months
watching the imaginary rain fall on the windows
of this small glass heart

really, asking the wind
what is the world like now
since i have been absent these days
inhaling the smoke of my unsacred self sacrifice

dancing intoxicated by belief
in a thousand impossible things
one such as this has never believed in before
wincing at wounds

open to new horizons
seemingly stretched by the orange of the dusk sky
silent
what is this seen

come flailing up from deep blue bottom
too alive to scream
one glimpse of beauty
forced to breathe my first