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Tuesday, September 03, 2002

The heavens are turning up
with purple bruises.
They make no time for the
sun to ease its burden off its back
and snatch away,
my only comfort, the balm
to my restless life:
Endless beats that drive me
to my cradle of beginnings:
Only a dark void and
empty words.
But that is not how
i perceive the heart of God.
i speak only out of foolishness.
Only out of a rashness that cannot
find its voice,
unless it crashes and beats
itself,
against the hardest stone a man
can find.

Foolishness. i am driven
to it like fish to light
in a dark sea.
And as i lay vulnerable to
all the reasonable voices
and logical arguments,
textbook 101 Peace,
yet i still may be spared
and stumble upon my salvation:
A thin thread of
sanity,
between the moral codes
and desperate bravados.

food for thought today: 2 Corinthians 12:9-10
But he said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me. That is why, for Christ's sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong.

posted by happyhannon at 1:22 AM