There is a sequel
to a broken heart
once the melodrama is past
once time “heals” the wounds
with white tight scar tissue
once the broken pieces find their way
somewhere…

The muscle pumps
all continues as once before
but not quite.
There is a sequel
to a broken heart.

If you can just reach
past the pain -
it’s like giving birth -
healing a broken heart
and the pangs grip the
whole body – until one
day you wake
and suddenly, you are
feeling again…

Tiberius storms
and quiet sea
conversations that offend and end
in accusation.
“I’ll marry the next man who walks across the water”.

Years and miracles later
eyes open…
Peter did it for love of His Lord
and almost sank in the attempt.

All for love.
The next one who walks the water
Must have already done it
for You
so that he can do it
for me.

It is a terrifying thing
to walk water
I know – I tried
and gave up trying.

How could anyone except God
take such risks for me?
I put great importance
in names…
they have meaning
they shape
they are a part of who we are
and they change as we change.

A name – who are you?
I am rich.
No, your name, what is it?
Wealth undetected in such fragility.

walking, not treading mind you
walking water
for me…

The trembling
the fluttering
the falling
the getting up
the turning
the reaching out
the clinging
the trembling…

Until a gentle voice
touches every fear
“Peace, be still”.

Still me Lord
and I shall be still…

These flutterings in my chest
like butterflies trapped
seeking escape
weak creatures -
at rest I do not know they are there
until I awaken
start to do or be or think
fluttering against my heart
my lungs
my chest
longing for open skies
to be set free
permission – at last
to be…

The joy of an arrow
in a master’s hands
No factory mass production
Individually cut, pared bare
stripped and vulnerable
a mere twig
follishness to the casual observer
Until His features
more than cover, become a rudder
His flint
bound to a tip
Vulnerable twig changed to potential weapon
Not yet, until
The master lifts His workmanship
fits it to His bow -
The joy of an arrow in such hands
Caressed with care
Aimed with finesse
Piercing the air
and hitting the target spot-on
The joy of an arrow
in the Master’s hand…