The Long Way Home

I never told you the secret short-cut because I just wanted to hear you speak--even if it was in a French accent or like Jerry Seinfield,
I just wanted to hold your hand a little longer,
I just wanted to see you smile one more time,
I just wanted to feel your heart at peace for another minute,
I just wanted to catch your eyes again and again.
Deep down all I really wanted was more time with you.


I will always want more time.

Satisfied.

What's enough?
Because apparently enough is never enough.

A bro-ken Hallelujah

Your people celebrate Your resurrection today...some resurrection.
Your people celebrate the victory over Death...some victory.
Your people celebrate their residence in Heaven...some residence.

I celebrate the misery,
the brokenness,
the pain,
the loneliness,
the isolation,
the regret,
the apathy,
the rejection,
the lies,
the broken truth,
the sorrow,
the darkness,
the slighted promises,
the one-night stands,
the stolen goods,
the infidelity,
the wayward tongue,
the drunken nights
and high, early to rise mornings where nothing is faithful but the sun. . .

Because three nights in a tomb just isn't enough for me sometimes.

Out of Control

"Don't you see there is a greater force at work here than us?"

To Begin With. . .

Your heart is a stone.
My heart was a window.

What do stones do to windows?

Nine Months

Why did I wait for Time to heal me when all I had to do was let go?

Cement

Why does it feel unfinished?