Embracing
As you turn on the jets
New swing sets, we long
Jump the shoreline trying
To figure it out, is my life
A mess, because I choose
To dismiss the lusts of
My flesh as if I was just a
Babe not spoken for
Embracing the true Christ
This is the central point of
Our lives—Christ, he must
Be my gain. He must be the
Center of my life, I pray my words
Would hurt you at life,
That in your searching and
Researching you wouldn’t
Be found lurking over dark
Shadows of past meadows
Once ridden through with
Machetes in jungles not
Yet our own. A jumangi
Gave serendipitously owned,
Played, diced rolled, vines and
Weeds crawling out of walls,
Will the real Christ please stand up
Its not about me—I gain Christ in the end
Our swing set jumps
Our canyon leaps
We skip together
But maybe not forever
We had what we had,
Neither good nor bad
But a lesson from dad
Teaching affirmation
In every situation
Land sliding in rear vision
Mirror while hiking
The largest mountains
Cannot escape from your word,
Cannot run from you,
How absurd for me to
Trust in me
Like elephants lowering
Their trunks, like Camels
Lowering their hunch
Picking up disaster passengers
You’re the God ever after
I am wrestling with war heroes
Dying playing roles like many
Fathers who have comforted me
Its been laid out in a dream like
Perfect poetry
