The air conditioners are playing symphonies ( Read more... )

When rapture breaks across the face
Of a long unseen awaited sky
Like a canes crack on the back of a servant
The kingless rider whose allegience lies
Only with his father and a faithless bride
Subdues the sun and with it
The whispering seditious wind.
This is the unwhispered end of time.

love,
luke

(First)

By degrees
With red growth
Budding in blood.

(Second)

By forgetting
What freedom means
And failing

(Third)

By surrender
To a bloody tree
budding white.

love,
luke

Human effort - 0
Grace of God - ∞

love,
luke

How strange the names given by a God to His children. This from He, who in the sheer force of His presence, in the intensity of His being, and not in any action, would cause every living thing to perish if He did not with hold Himself from us in some way ( Read more... )

I went downtown for the first time in a long time this morning. It was most likely the most important thing i will do all week. Not because i had the strength of will or presence of mind to overcome my 'agoraphobia', but because God gave me the grace to finally stop running away from what i should have been doing for some time now, which was be ( Read more... )

Concerning the cycles and rhythms of an unclean air during a Lenten season (with apologies to Eliot, as well as my dearest friends)
Or
As Robb would have it rendered: “Compost”Breath flows over lips and tongue ( Read more... )

I will ( Read more... )

Numbers 17:12,13

dying, i
find reality
fleeing, and i
lie in Another's field
where others
found my victory
where i once lay
dead, and now
dying, and i
see wings
and know
this field
will fill with light
i once was dead,
so now i
must truly die.

love,
luke

It is another one of those days: rainy and cold. Even the air is wet today, it creeps in around whatever clothes you wear and makes your hairs stand up.

None of my thoughts make a whole lot of sense right now.

love,
luke