How to Build Your Home

it never made sense

when the sand was all I had

to build with.

 

sand castles

 

blown to swirls by the wind.

never stable and never able

to keep me secure.

 

a Rock

 

followed me, believed for me

when I was so faithless.

and shelter did I find in Him.

 


Matthew 7:24-27, 1 Corinthians 10:4, Exodus 17:6

For the Days You Feel Discouraged

In case it is ever forgotten,

I want you to remember how brave you are.

When you were in the thick of your fears

you handled life like a champ and took the narrow way out.

When you were left with threads of loose ends,

you realized no trophy could replace the feeling of grace.

And when you were still left with lingering, unanswered questions,

you didn’t look back in regret, but instead you rose up

with a dedication that was too great to even call your own.

You trusted, and stopped working for your own wants and needs.

You stopped scooping up grains of sand that were

dead ends and ill means and you stood still,

when your very nature was begging for you to be.

If you ever forget, I am here to tell you that you were very brave indeed

for choosing to step into the unknown future.

This will always be the story that I tell of you

whenever you begin to feel confused or weak,

because you took the narrow path with nothing to show for it,

except for a knowledge-surpassing peace.

After the 14th

Something inside me broke–

and it’s been a gathering of shards and scraps since.

I’ve been holding the pieces in my arms

asking God for it to be fixed.

But maybe the fragments of glass are just sand

and they’re meant to blow away with the wind.

Perhaps what was broken was intentionally finished

so I may receive what God wants to give.

Sand

The words are what happen

when I’m sliced across the middle

and sand falls out of my body.

 

They swirl and bound

and disperse,

until they settle on the ground,

gentling moving with the wind.

 

Until then, they jump like memories

that pull apart and come back together–

quick– before they disintegrate in your hands

like sand.

 

But to write

is to wring out all the words inside you.

They belong on the ground by the sea.

And if you look up, you realize,

 

you have hollowed out and made room for the stars.

-World Poetry Day 2018