a prayer for today.

Lord i rejoice in your provision,

for you satisfy my needs.

i give thanks to the One who

continues to provide for me.

t.w.

vallées.

each poem

contains a hole and it’s

oft straight down the center line.

where there exists nothing more than

blank space, invisible words.

each character a cry beyond itself.

disordered, defunct, askew, maimed.

unsure of itself, certain as ever.

still it remains.

t.w.

a prayer for today.

Lord, form the thoughts in my mind

and shape them for your glory.

allow my mind to rest on you,

for you are where i find peace.

t.w.

a prayer for today.

the Lord is greater than my fears.

He is greater than my doubts.

i will trust in the One who

holds me in the palm

of His hand.

t.w.

baggage.

maybe i’ve grown so

attached to my baggage

that i don’t know where

the burden ends and i begin.

—

maybe i’ve grown so

attached to my baggage

that i don’t know what can be

severed and what can be saved.

—

maybe i’ve grown so

attached to my baggage

that i’ve convinced myself

i can’t possibly go on without it.

t.w.

empty.

i refuse to let bitterness

reside in this heart.

a companion to the victim

i cannot entertain.

hatred, a promise of everything,

delivers nothing.

t.w.

every death i’ve died.

every person i see

each place that i’ve been

invites death to my door,

to sleep in my bed.

—

each thought that i think,

every word that i write

holds a blade to my throat

and still twists the knife.

—

when will this death

die out from within.

it pierces and prods

and breaks on my skin.

—

this death knows my name

it remembers me well,

pervading all that i am

only leaving the shell.

—

which death must i die

to truly find life,

to get through the darkness,

and outlast the plight.

—

i continue to bleed,

still the questions don’t cease,

no matter to death

to offer me peace.

t.w.

fetters.

the tides in the seas

chase after the moon.

though they’ll never meet,

what a magnificent pursuit.

t.w.

blood and poetry.

the scraping of my mind on jaded ideas

leaves behind an unsavory concoction

of blood and poetry. but i often don’t mind

bleeding from my mind.

—

perhaps if i spill this blood

on the page it will lighten

the burden i’ve placed on my heart.

t.w.

a prayer for today.

my soul waits in silence for you O Lord.

may i take refuge in you.

find me in the quiet place

and speak life into these dying bones.

t.w.

a prayer for today.

remind us that what’s

true in the light

is still true in the dark.

You will continue to

be good through it all.

Lord we need You now.

come release Your power.

t.w.

petrichor.

my heart breaks fully

but what can i do,

all these broken pieces

stay pining for you.

t.w.

a prayer for today.

as long as there is

air in these lungs

i will praise You.

as long there is life

in these bones

i will run to You.

hold me close.

i need You still.

t.w.

my convalescent mind.

a breath,

waning.

silence:

vice, gift.

light.

break in, hide away.

captive:

remain still.

everything.

nothing.

a moment,

gone.

t.w.