Wednesday, March 12, 2014


backyard fire pit ~msingleton grant to those who mourn in Zion—
    to give them a beautiful headdress instead of ashes,
the oil of gladness instead of mourning,
    the garment of praise instead of a faint spirit;
that they may be called oaks of righteousness,
    the planting of the Lord, that he may be glorified.

(Isaiah 61:3)

Soul aches
Earth quakes
Like thunderous waves
Bitter rolls round my tongue
Savor for a moment
Craving to swallow it down

Let root take hold, grow
Flesh wants to dive in
Swim in tears and lonely

Get lost in hazy smoke

Reach in, pull me out
Sustainer, Rescuer
Shepherd, Most High

Lover of my soul
Rotten stench desires to suffocate
And choke out beauty
Evil hungers to pull me down
Into the open grave
Reach in, pull me out


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