Featherweight

When the strength you need

becomes all of the strength

you've given...

When unexpected loss

Takes your breath away

too...

When you balance 

All of your own weight

on your own 

two feet

without feeling

push or pull...

Flight may occur

When your vision is blurred

from speed, you see,

Direction is irrelevant

to destination.

When arrival is relative

to departure

and landing is only

One stop

of many...

It starts to feel 

Easier to open 

Both arms, wings 

and just soar...

A rough legged hawk soars over Seedskadee NWR, looking for its next meal. Photo Credit: Tom Koerner/USFWS via Wikimedia Commons.

Only the devil-may-care

Why Lie about it?

I am the devils' advocate.

His veiled language occupies me.

And I find comfort in hiding behind the blinds,

velveteen drapes are just overkill.

I made my bed,

built these worlds in my head,

for Him to roam. As his advocate,

I make room, rearranging if I have to.

How hospitable, how despicable of me.

He’s a master weaver like the arachnid,

who cross stitches the eyes of my soul-

shut tight, like the dead, with X’s for eyes.

I hang on these invisible threads,

they are the fibers of my Being.

As though I needed Him as an ally

just to get by. Triumph, I will never win.

He’s louder than me in volume.

And voluminous, illuminous He appears

to me, to Be, eternally.

Thou shall not deny or preach,

the other side- Lies-in all of us-

the devil knows

whose side we are on.

Did you hear His solicitous speech?

Image of painting by Santiago Rusiñol [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons, c. 1890's Figure Study.