Space 

I was glass and I shattered

I was wood and I splintered

Memories stretch across oceans, yet like a dream fade at dawn

Photographs whisper of the real
While unspoken words echo like yesterdays rain

The storm swirls around the trees in the meadow
And through the ordinary city streets where a piece of my heart was left

As the wind erases time from my hand

Who asked permission for my heart to wake up

Honor came face to face with me
Where what I take for granted was strung from star to star

November 2018, two lines borrowed from a previous poem I wrote. 

spring pictures

Did I imagine you
clear and authentic
or were you a dream, a moment, a thought
pressed to reinforce a memory
of God's faithfulness?
was it potential being seen and known
or a whisper with no address
was it life, breath, healing you brought
or an illusion of promises kept

The memory sits preserved
simply left in the
space between the heart and the mind
which is the space between heaven and earth.


I was writing and thinking about the reality of Jesus' impact on earth, and new friends.