Free

It’s better to be free

Knowing bondage

Than to be bound

And not know

You’re bound

In a tree, in a thing

In a thought

In a mistaken you

From the you from

Before

You know the

Past

But that’s how you

Think

What you know is something

Kind of

Strange

I mean you’re bound

Don’t you wanna know

What it’s like to be

Free?

Indeed

Sissy

Mountains are for babies

Because they cradle

Like a mother’s arms

And just for a moment

You’re fearless like a baby

Growing to know no fear

Safe from before

But even then

When you’re grown

They still promise

A sunrise and sunset

And a start

And finish to home

But we know fearless

Is not safe

The mountain then

Is more than a cradle

It’s a keeper

And it can only keep so far

The mountain

It’s too exotic

Like a mother’s arms

It will only cradle so long

Keeping without time

Yet

It loves its babies

Kept safe inside


For Scarlett, my sissy ❤

Dead and Alive

I once heard a story

About a widow

Whose husband

Was still alive


He hadn’t died

Like dead

But his mind

Stopped

Thinking

And he was paralyzed

Quiet

Numb


The widow

Wasn’t having none

Of her husband’s mind

Gone dead and quiet


She started asking

Questions

And he started to respond

Awakened

Something

In

Him


The more she asked

The more he answered

The more she asked

The more he transformed

The more she asked

The more he awakened

The more she asked

The more he became

The more she asked

The more he loved


The widow never widowed

And the husband became

Alive


His heart reawakened

His mind transformed

His soul forever changed

He never stayed the same


God searches the deep things of the heart. He is asking us, “Will we die and surrender everything to follow Him?” Sometimes we answer but we don’t transform or fully wake up. He continues asking and searching us for complete surrender. The more we respond, the more we start to see our lives transformed. Our desires turn to Him instead of to the dead things of our will, our understanding, and our strength. His love makes us alive and we are never the same.

“I am crucified with Christ: nevertheless I live; yet not I, but Christ liveth in me: and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by the faith of the Son of God, who loved me, and gave himself for me.” -Galatians 2:20