:growing pains:

impaled
on the sword of truth
how would you
fare?
cleaves soul from
flesh, flesh from
lie when lost to
truth it pierces
red, beating hearts,
iron tip tinged with
sweetness unbearable.

Desiring Peace

even the lilies of the field
have growth pains,
burst,
desire the touch
of sunlight, the nearness of neighbor
the feel of whisping grasses
the bells, like ears,
Listening to the music of their home.

slowly,
quietly content;
unfurl, reach out,
not anxious yet
Desiring:
the lilies of the field.

(Remember
videos of growing, opening flowers,
slow, gracious: Time-wise...
but sometimes bits are
stucktogetherand S t r e c h i n g
means separating things that are tangled,
detatching what has grown
from the many places where it meets itself.
and only One remains: Source.
(must be fed)

date? 2005 sometime...

1 john 4: 16-17

i am wanting courage to move again.