I splashed through
a psalm or two,
looking for You;
expressing me.
Come as a seed,
fall and die in here,
so a single shoot
may rise with the sun.
So a single root
may drive in the soil,
deep, splayed toward
ground water wants.
Come water me
in the silent hours,
as I incline my heart.
Garden my soul.
Amen
Stare at the ants like a slug.
Stop matching socks.
Don’t even intend to floss, eventually.
Don’t move.
Stand perfectly still
like a pillar of salt.
Mark all e-mails as read
and stand.
Set both feet
over the X marked spot.
Leave the shoe untied.
Allow your ego to try
to add height to your stature.
Think tall, stand tall,
don’t move at all.
The moss will grow on one side.
Your shadow will do the walking
under the sun,
under the sun.
It will be the long
and the short of it
under the sun.
Psalm 42
Isaiah 41:10
Jeremiah 29:11-13
Psalm 139
Psalm 46
Psalm 46:10
It was riding the trail of early morning glow.
Hanging ‘round, low and quiet-like
with just enough belly light east.
A crescent pulling on a sunrise
as if it was one of the earthly tides.
It’s a nighttime circuit rider
preaching to the dark side of our circle.
It will pull on the thought waves
and push them onto the shore
like grains of stardust.
It reminded me that humility
is a slow steady moon walk.
“Walk on.”
Gerald the Writer 