the great tribulation

what does this all mean
and why must we hold up our head
when we just want to lay it all down
at your

feet.

how can i help be the hands and the
feet
of your love
when all i know to do is
hug
and
pray
and say "i'm sorry"
for the umpteenth time.

where can i
go
to take it all away to
another place
so far removed
perspective is restored
that wasn't ever even there.

all these questions god.
and all these answers.
maybe they just can't make it through the time warp.
because i know heaven isn't above the clouds any more
than you are
in the city of gold
whilst we are in the city of dirt
and you watch and laugh from above as we stumble and fall.
no, i know better.
i just don't always know what.

i do know your love is unfailing
your hand holds me when i want to let go
you never show me anything less than an offer of mercy and a good future filled with hope.
these things i know.
let me then live.
it is enough.
you are.

a path in the woods

i keep thinking i'm in a movie
or a dream
or a calendar.
or back at tarryall.
those are the only times i can reconcile this great
beauty and my participation in it.


the sounds consist of nothing but wind
through the pines and aspens, brooks
bubbling, mosquitoes humming and
birds tweeting to their kin from above.


the smells range from
musky earth to
fresh spruce to
manure on the path donated by the trail horses yesterday.
the smell of

nothing

that shouldn't be here
makes me want to jump around my comrades
yelling
"do you believe this?!
AND WE ARE IN IT!"