All is coming
this I know
a pattern of this truth
As above
so below
under the troubled moon
It creeps up from the soul’s belief
and forces words like tongue in cheek
and empties out in drying ink
says, “don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
Youth so battered by the talk
of those who came before
Progress on the shoulders strong
redemption by the war
Cleansing close in water holy
senile in the way
ancient adage age old story
binding still today
It creeps up from the soul’s belief
forces words like tongue in cheek
and empties out in drying ink
cries, “don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
sunset sunrise calls to home
whistle of the wind
follow marrow of the bone
down to the sea again
And heal the lot with perish view
beyond and still within
Sand and silt and ashes float
swallowed irreverent man
to be to be the answer is
in blood the call ferments
the alter of our soul ancestors
on it we lament.
It creeps up from the soul’s belief
It forces words like tongue in cheek
And empties out in drying ink
“don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
woodlands, I love you. I think I’ll stay a while. praising Him for a beautiful summer with beautiful people watching Him write His story
And so my prayer is that your story will have involved some leaving and some coming home, some summer and some winter, some roses blooming out like children in a play. My hope is your story will be about changing, about getting something beautiful born inside of you, about learning to love a woman or a man, about learning to love a child, about moving yourself around water, around mountains, around friends, about learning to love others more than we love ourselves, about learning oneness as a way of understanding God. We get one story, you and I, and one story alone. God has established the elements, the setting and the climax and the resolution. It would be a crime not to venture out, wouldn’t it?
It might be time for you to go. It might be time to change, to shine out.
I want to repeat one word for you:
Leave.
Roll the word around on your tongue for a bit. It is a beautiful word, isn’t it? So strong and forceful, the way you have always wanted to be.
And you will not be alone. You have never been alone. Don’t worry. Everything will still be here when you get back. It is you who will have changed.
