My road leads to oblivion.
I would love to think that it sails
to a golden future of hope,
but it stalls in my own self-bog.
My road leads to a destiny
too small for God to inhabit....
Praise is not a compliment,
not a friendly recognition
of a favor.
It's an outpouring - a soul
wrenching expression of longing
and loyal love.
It isn't a ...
It's just a collection of vapor.
We call it rain - sometimes a storm.
But it's just a gathering of steam,
an unquestioning retreat of
moisture. Each molecule has its...
I saunter up to reception,
pushing past the smaller guests.
"One table, please." It's an order
that I've framed as a request.
It's absurd because I'm supposed
to be taking orders and
...
The golden creek bed waves to me.
I scale the asphalt runoff
to find the water teeming with
playful creatures and pebbles.
I sense the opportunity
to build a great pool for them.
I d...