Work has begun.
It's time for sun,
And water and small children
I can't resist,
And others that have grown
And now swim on their own.

Another year
Praying for rain, clouds, and clear skies
All at once,
Hoping for an empty pool deck
But full water.

More months
Ready to kill one coworker
And hoping to befriend others.
Time passing teaching the kids
To swim and move on their own,
So I don't have to worry so much
As they swim.
Just worry about them
When the grow "too old"
To come to the pool.

I'm just like her.
I keep silent;
I try to make peace.
But I stay too silent,
Like her,
And let the war rage on
Inside.
After all,
I look like her,
And apparently drive like her,
So why shouldn't
I solve problems like my mom?

I clean
And organize
And hope everything
Is right.
'Cause there's lots to do
And I hope I've done right
The seemingly little yet loads
I've completed.
At least music helps the time pass.
I just need people home.

The rules lie broken
At the foot of the cross.
For upholding
Six hundred and thirteen rules
Only shows how faulty we are,
How our own legs are already shattered;
It gives us no grace,
No righteousness.
So trust,
Don't try,
And in those three words
Is the simplest and most difficult instruction
I've ever received.
So trust,
Don't try,
And I'll be right there next to you
Failing the same way
Over and over again
As we move toward the Light.

These empty hands
Still feel a heartbeat.
And I'm a little sorry I let it go,
But not so
When I lie awake at night
And count my shallow breaths
Knowing that heartbeat will be alright,
And so will I.

Saying goodbye
Hurts so much,
But I'm glad that you too
Chase after Truth,
So one day we'll say hello again.

An Empty Heart Filled Too Full

An empty heart filled too full.
A still heart beating twice too fast.

It will be poured out,
Emptied of its nothingness,
Set to running again
In a quest to be stuffed to the brim.

It will be calmed,
Shown the speed of life,
Set to running again
To find the rhythm it requires.

An overflowing heart still empty.
A racing heart far too motionless.

I stood under a lonely streetlamp,
A faint drizzle
Brushing past the leafy green trees.
As the night wore on,
I could hear the lonely sound
Of a solo trumpet
Echoing through the night.

And I whispered to the Eternal Something
"Might I have a poem?"

And the Eternal Something whispered back
"Not tonight."