Monday, December 19, 2016

Navy Green

You were a sky
like the Fourth of July
When we first met
I spoke for the first time 
And you heard me 
When I cried the first time, 
you kissed me 
When I left for the first time, 
you missed me 
I was a shield 
tightly guarded 
in self preservation 
But you, 
You were an open door 
You wanted to throw
your arms around the world 
You cried about the things 
That I didn't even notice  
And you wrote about the things 
I couldn't even see
you saw colors like navy green

But life happened 
It came in like a wrecking ball
And broke every window 
in your hotel heart 
I've watched you fall apart 
It's slow and it's pretty 
It's not very noticeable, 
unless you look closely 
The cracks in your heart 
Are the fault lines the threaten 
The very earth might give way 
So I pray for the day
That you cry and you say 
I can't live this way

October Wind

What is the color 
of wind in October 
what would you call
The sound
of a baby's laugh?
it has the strength 
of all the fountains
in Kansas City 
but it's gentle 
like October wind 

What would you say
to make him turn this way 
what name do you call 
the one 
who made babies laugh 
I'm dying of thirst 
I'll drink anything first 
all the fountains 
in Kansas City 
but he's gentle 
like October wind 

"If you knew who I was
You would ask for a drink 
and I would give you living water."

Thursday, December 8, 2016

Growing Up

Newly born 
I felt like an infant among adults 
Small and weak, in a tall, strong crowd 
The world was brand new 
And I cried so hard
Pain and joy, mingled into one 

Thank you for your patience, 
As I learn to walk
I fall, and fall again, and you help me up 
You call me forward, hands outstretched 
I don't feel ashamed 
Because you're my mother,
and I'm learning to walk 

Thank you for your eyes  
As I learn to run
I trip, and fall hard, and you help me up 
You look me in the eyes, and call my name 
I don't feel ashamed 
Because you're my father 
and I'm learning to walk 

Newly born 
I am a child among children 
Faithful and trusting, in a tall, noisy crowd
This world, our temporary home 
And I cry so hard
Joy and pain, mingled into one