On the night my Uncle Billy died
I went outside and watched the sky
I saw an illumined plane go by
Is that you, dear Uncle, mine?
It was cold as I stepped outside
I coughed and saw my breath
The sky was clear and the stars were bright
And the heavens ready to receive your breadth
Sunday, February 26, 2012
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
UNTITLED
I certainly want many of the normal things in life
a husband, children, a home
but not at the expense of living a life full of risk
perhaps nothing scares me more than being too comfortable
being shielded from life's elements in such a way
as to become immune to the storms that come
deaf to the cries of the poor
tuning out the voice of my Lord
settling down in such a way
as to store the hitchiker's spirit in me
I want to be up for an adventure
whether all I have is a pack on my back
or a mortgage on my shoulders
a bird in the nest or a bun in the oven
a husband, children, a home
but not at the expense of living a life full of risk
perhaps nothing scares me more than being too comfortable
being shielded from life's elements in such a way
as to become immune to the storms that come
deaf to the cries of the poor
tuning out the voice of my Lord
settling down in such a way
as to store the hitchiker's spirit in me
I want to be up for an adventure
whether all I have is a pack on my back
or a mortgage on my shoulders
a bird in the nest or a bun in the oven
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