Day #50 – Cement

August 21st

Got on a plane,

Made it plain,

Nick of time,

Out of the dime,

Asked for coffee,

For the 5th time,

Boarded that flight,

Stayed short on the night,

Ran low on darkness,

Felt the harness,

This was large,

Larger than I imagined.

Ran in circles only for you

To Fathom.

I am here,

Fountain longing,

Still wandering,

Cracks in the cement,

Cracks in the concrete.

Day #49 – Cracks

August 18th

Preparing for it,

Destroying for it, too.

A breakdown,

Was never half new,

Was never half knew.

I had to walk with the solid,

I had to walk with the college.

I had to feel your knowledge,

And your hands all over mine.

I made some time for reflection,

I made some time for direction,

Tried to seek it out.

I had a dry spout,

I had a place where you were

Unable to find me,

I had cracks,

I had places that I needed you

To fill,

And to find,

I wondered the fountain,

Would it fill me and find me

Tonight.

 

Day #48 – Days

August 15

2 days later..

From spared by the Savor,

I was watching your steps, and

Heartbeats,

All the blood that flowed,

All the blood that was flawed,

Was it enough?

Are you just the pastor?

Are you just the pasture?

We were grazing on the things you said..

We were here,

And you weren’t.

You were gone, lost,

Tacked, traced, out of space,

Out of the places of our hearts,

Lost from the start..

Here and now..

You wanted the complicated talk,

And the reasons for the walk,

I left you staring at the wall,

I left you for days, and more days.

 

Day #47 – Been Here

August 13th

I have been here before,

Climbing was never new,

Neither was trying to find You,

Rose early,

Was Monday,

Was day after Sunday,

Crashes were the past,

Were the out last,

Vegas was just the day,

Was just the way,

Tired was really the only way,

A burn,

And the earn,

Where are you standing now?

Are you on fire, again?

Cause I had to send the message,

And ask for the massage,

When I return,

Are you gonna be there?

There, waiting for me?

I have been here before,

Here waiting for the explore,

The adventure,

The last long you call

All night long..

I know you,

I know you have been here too.

 

 

 

Day #46 – Uphill

August 5th

It was all night,

An all night flight,

A Red Eye,

You used to lie,

And hear all about it,

You used to truth,

And lie on it all night.

You used to dig,

You used to bury,

You used to carry..

All of your soul,

All your will,

All of it,

You carried uphill.

So keep it true,

Keep it real,

Did I undress you for

The feel?

Did I see you in my mind,

And waste gas for the 20th time?

Driving around and fading, too..

I was annoyed at the hill,

And bothered by You.

I am carrying this through,

Day 1 to now, day til 60,

Years til then,

Years until when.

We are left in the sidenote(s)

And footnotes too.

Will all that I did,

Will that get published, too?

Day #45 – Lost..

All of this..

Closed,

Not ever..open..

Heart, sound, spoken,

Not loud, faded in the voices..

Of all the things I used to say to

Get your attention..

….our hearts are wide open
The world is wide open………………….

Was that only true when you were a kid,

When shame is the place you hid..

When lost is not the fountain to drink from..

Yet it was wondering..

All the best summer dry spaces I could try

To see all the space(s) called dry and weak,

And thirsty..

Spent it on money can you say why?

Is this a Isaiah 55 talk..

Or a time not lost in the walk..

I am dark all aroud..

All I hear is Your sound..