sojourn.

I have begun to explore my mind.

I am on a journey to discover the boundaries.

I will find my limits and push them.

Expansion.

I will find the deserts and the plains.

Sojourn.

I will explore the cities and

population will begin to be under control.

Migrate.

I will find beauty and creation.

I will find hope and light.

I will find desolation, despair.

I will bring life.

I have begun a journey to explore my mind.

I have weakened the barriers

and I find myself inside.

No longer a mystery,

But revelations, truths, miracles inside.

The universe is open to me.

For the world rests in my mind.

I have begun a journey to explore my mind

and no one will be able to break me away,

I will no longer be lost inside.

Come with me, darling.

and we will adventure together.

And begins our journey,

endless are our explorations.

The world shall we find.

I am claimed victim to this need.

Touch me, not with your hands

But so that I feel you.

Hug me, not with your hands

But within your soul.

Minä kaipaan eskimo-ystävääni

What is creation worth?

Is it worth loneliness?

The loss of love?

But, what are you worth?

Are you worth the loss of my creation?

My first love, words.

You are here, they are gone.

You are gone, they are here.

But, you are gone.

I asked for something real

and you followed through.

You build your walls

and you sit securely in your tower

promising that you are thinking of me.

But, you do not see

that I am still climbing.

Another full moon, another fresh snow

and this time it means nothing for us.

It means that I have failed your test.

It means your walls are higher than I thought.

It means that you are gone, they are here.

You are the only one who does not see

that I am tired of climbing.

I am falling, my greatest fear,

and you had promised

that I could trust while you were near.

You promised you had me,

that your grip was tight.

But here I am falling, falling falling.

Another lonely night.

And I beg:

Hear me, see me...

Need me.

And I pray that you can find

what it is that you are searching for.

And I pray that what you find,

is real.

And I pray that your tower comes

tumbling down.

I pray that you feel.

You are what I see, what I crave, what I know,

what I need.

[I am claimed victim

to this need.

my first love <3

"and may you have the
power to understand, as
as all God's people should, how
wide, how long, how high,
and how deep his LOVE is."
     Ephesians 3:18

It was October 24, 2002 and we were both 13.

We were in the alley behind the church

and he held me to his chest as we danced under the stars.

there was no music only the rhythm of our hearts

his was steady, confident,

while mine threatened to beat out of my chest,

but it was just us

and we were both confident in that.

a silly argument brought us closer and closer

and under those stars, I felt it.

I knew it.

It was a feeling I had never felt before,

accompanied by butterflies

that had never quite fluttered like that.

I was in love.

this night led to my first kiss,

holding hands secretly under the dinner table,

and so much more,

but I loved every moment of it - 

for I was in love.

years and years passed and 

our lives that were once intertwined

slowly began to pull apart

and my heart had never been broken like that before.

but, graduation from high school came

and that night before we walked out onto that stage

we looked at each other and reached an understanding.

that was the night we were graduating from each other

and everything I had once felt, changed.

he had once meant everything to me,

but at that moment he was nothing more than a memory.

and I began to question that.

I had always heard that you never get over your first love.

Than what had that boy been to me?

I was convinced that what I had felt for him was love.

But, that was when God spoke to me and he said:

"you will not know true love,

until you know how to love me"

and that was when I understood.

I had loved that boy, but in my own child-like way.

But, learning to love God was my first step to maturity. 

and if true love doesn't exist without God

then He will always be your first love,

and then I knew that it was true what people say:

you truly never get over your first love

and God will be the center and there he will stay.

I now know what love will feel like 

when it comes along and I will be ready 

to embrace it, on that very special day.

So with God at the center of my heart

I can be patient and wait,

because nothing fake will ever be able to satisfy me

now that I know what it feels like to feel the real thing.

keep my heart in purity....

The floors here are cedar lined.

The wood allows the vibrations from the bass

to pass through my feet, into my heartbeat.

A flaw in the wood marks perfectly,

the place where I stand.

And I am rooted to the place,

scared to lose a moment,

scared to miss a beat.

The lights fade, my hands raise

and I am swept away.

Caught in the music;

Changed.

I know that I was born for this

and my calling won't go amiss.

The walls were once a cranberry color,

but now are hidden by posters and propaganda. 

My eyes pass quickly over them

memorizing their rich texture and vibrant words.

I am distracted, but the knot in the floor is where I stay.

The pounding in my heart, just will not go away.

I am exactly where I belong today.

And I pray:

"Lord, keep my heart in purity"

And I, again, am swept away.

Torn from iniquity, bound by grace.

And it is today, like tomorrow and yesterday

that I, again, am saved.

Lead by a cedar lined transfer of bass,

into my heart - initiated by grace.

Courage?

There's something oddly peaceful about sitting in a waiting room.
You're in no hurry, you have no where to be.
You are, at the moment, exactly where you belong.
Not only that, but everyone keeps to themselves.
Its not a social hour and it seems like that is common knowledge.
Every once in a while you get a talker.
But those are the people it's hard not to feel sorry for.
And you begin to wonder about their lives.
Why are they in a public place sharing their personal stories with complete strangers?

Why is everyone else nodding along, politely?

But, now I know.

She has two cats; Smokey and Rolo.

And they are her family.

Coming here to this waiting room is her only human contact for the day.

I now feel more than sorry.

I feel like there's something I am supposed to do.

But, what?

If only she knew that we are, essentially, all alone.

That is, without God, anyways.

And I wonder, does she have a church family or a relationship with God?

My heart pounds to ask, but I can't muster up the courage.

Then my name is called and it is time that we must part ways.

And I am discouraged, have I  missed another opportunity?

;; disconnecting

You make this face.

Your lips purse and your nostrils flare up into a point.

But even before it has come down to this

I have sensed your distaste.

But, this face is your masterpiece

And you will make it at every turn we take.

I have placed such a sour taste in your mouth

But you hunger and return for more

Leaving me ashamed with a memory, a scar.

And you sing:

"If you want me, satisfy me"

And I forget to hold on.

But you will wrap me up on the return

Today, tomorrow, again I will be your number one.

And I will turn from stone to salt to sand

Buried beneath your misguiding hand.

And as water I will run, fill the spaces

Built into place a foundation solid upon that face that you make.

Welcome me in your bitter embrace

And I will cry and believe your lies, lies, lies.

And then we travel, see the world

But you have your hand pressed tight into a blindfold

And I cannot see, you have now hidden the world from me

And I will learn bittersweet

Make your sour face my own masterpiece.

No one will keep me from being able to see.

You will no longer be disconnecting.

keep it secret, keep it safe

I walk down a hall.

Cinderblocks box me in.

Rough and callous beneath my fingertips.

I do not know why I am here,

I can not see a purpose.

Yet, I continue to walk, hoping.

Soon I begin to smell smoke

and panic rises in my chest.

How will I get out?

But, then I soon realize it is a scent memory.

Laughter, a single acoustic guitar, old hymns sung out of tune.

I am a child.

Marshmallows are burnt and making my fingers sticky.

But, each lick is so satisfying.

My mother encourages me to place my marshmallow between crackers and chocolate making what she calls a s'more.

All I know is that she is right. 

After this first one... I will want s'more.

The rough, callous surface turns smooth.

The smoke disappears.

I am again captivated in memory.

Street lights, patterns, "as surely as the sun", insomnia.

I am fourteen.

I am restless, awake.

But, I am scared.

I am scared to move, to wake the beast.

The surface is again, rough.

I awake.

I am twenty, no longer asleep.

My thoughts exactly as they are, a memory.

As dark turns to dusk I am discouraged.

Next time, will I awake?