NaPoWriMo (23/30)

Oh Lord
Search my heart

Is it still the gold you said it was
Or if is it now ashes in the flames?

Tell me, is it still true?
Because there are some days when I can't tell

NaPoWriMo (22/30)

4:20pm, 4/22/13

I've lived so much of my life as a nomad
That though I want to
I don't know how to come home to you

NaPoWriMo (21/30)

11:30pm-ish, 4/21/13, started writing on the way to church, then remembered I needed to review Sunday school lesson

I hope you don't mind
but I seem to be leap-frogging right through this friendship
skipping merrily through
all the boundaries I usually put up around me

Or maybe you don't notice
This is, after all
new for you, too

You don't know the hoops and blind hallways
the hedges, ditches and mounds
the guarded doors
the secret passwords
I usually keep between myself and the world

You don't know the simple tests for trustworthiness
the constant feeling out
between-the-line reading
and motive searching
(I'm such a girl)

And maybe
maybe
you never will

(Maybe I'm putting too much trust
in an all too fallible being
and when the honeymoon phase is over
this will have come to a terrible end)
as I dance along the edge of caution
and wanting to pull you in

I want to be friends
I want to be your friend
I want the sweetness of new-made friends to never end

NaPoWriMo (20/30)

1:30pm-ish epiphany while trying on clothes 4/20/13

Dear Revisionist History Friend,
I realize now it's not that you [always] revise the past
To fit the new you of the present
Calling false everything I know to be true
But that you spent so much time lying then
Trying to be everything you weren't
You can't keep track of it anymore

NaPoWriMo (19/30)

Found Poem: Music Notes

Sing 1st line
Long pause (they're waiting for me)
Sing again
(More pause?)
Sing verse normally

Do that again
Assymetry in the pause is nice
Long monotone blackbirds fly's

Jam

Come back to blackbird

NaPoWriMo (18/30)

10:27pm, 4/18/13, but i've been pondering this for a week or more

This is definitely the honeymoon phase of our friendship
(surely it won't last:
we'll find something to fuss and fight about
something we'll stub a toe on to make us shout;
there'll be some tick you don't like about me
and some habit I despise in you)
But though I know it's fleeting
I'm enjoy the process
of building up walls of synchronicity
against the days of aggravation and disinterest

NaPoWriMo (17/30)

11:47pm, 4/17/13

Holy One
Thank You for letting me be who I am
For letting me shine in the fullness of Your grace, in the glow of your glory
For not breaking me into a new shape, though You smooth my edges
For not forcing me to be like any of the others You call

You demand my will
You require the living sacrifice of my life
You made me to love You
to worship You
With all that I am
With all that I'll ever be
And in return You have given me the certainty
That though I am so far from perfect
I am a treasure loved and adored without measure
By the One who could have anything

Holy One
Thank You for stooping down
Close enough for me to call You
Father and
Friend