Something magical is floating from the firepit, Something beautiful in faces that are fire-lit. A strange song crackles between wood rings, slowly fire-bit. Our party encircles the blaze, becoming fire-knit.
The Fire-Knit
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Poems
Hidden Words
The best-hidden words are the most sought for: elusive phrases hiding under tongues and peering from eyes; retreating to throats and dancing through minds; creatures so passionate and yet so timid; unwilling to leave the safety of the heart and strong enough to burn the lips that conceal it.
I Hope You Know
I understand your hesitation, dear one. Life has fallen so far from perfect. You’re left shattered, staring at the broken pieces of what was your normal life, struggling to find the words to say goodbye to what was good, and safe, and predictable, tired of searching for the silver lining, tired of looking on the bright side.
Color Me Saved
My heart is red in a world that’s dark; my Savior’s blood colors me stark amid a sin-swept world of gray. Now I’m seeing everything this way. Gray clouds gather in the sky; gray is on the faces passing by.
The Light of Shadows
When I peered into the blush of dawn, I saw only dreams, but slowly my laughter faded, as in my mind I found the shadows left behind.
Content to Struggle
It’s hard for me to say or describe what I feel; though I’m physically better, it does take time to heal.
One White Rose
There was black. And there was white. In the silence of the morning mist, a golden halo frames a pale face, set and stern, stiff above a coal-black gown that brushes against the shiny marble in the dewy grass.
I Hear a Train
I hear a train piercing the night, loud in the dark, quiet in light. Why does it cry while mankind sleeps? Most hear a whistle; I hear a weep.
Handprint Heart
There are handprints on my heartbeat, a few smudges on my veins from all the people who have touched my life and left their stains. Some marks have taught me kindness, and some scars have taught me love. Some have shown me all the things I want to free my heart of.
Heaven’s Glitter
Silver bells ring, tinkling to “Let It Snow.” Dozens of lights blink the colors of the rainbow. Bows, strings, paper, and tape clutter the floor. Cards avalanche when you open the door, sparkling all December long.
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