Title-less Poem

What is it that I think of you?

A Gift, granted at the right time

Can become an amazing memory.

Yet, memory is not where you should reside.

A mind’s home is permeable, permanent, too solid

For touch.

You belong in the tangible world,

Waking those around you with kindness

And attempts at humor.

Confidence seeping from your scars

And filling a void

In me

I had forgotten was empty.

Wholesome, contradictory, confusing

And yet comfort to the core.

What is it that I think of you?

Common ground to start from,

Bridging a gap between

Cities.

A gap that closes with a word, a message,

A seductive kiss.

The breathless kind, that leaves a head

Spinning

And aching for more,

But poised enough to retain

The title gentleman—

What is it that I think of you?

Drunk on the intoxicating fumes

Of laughter hung in the air,

I am reminded of the seriousness of age,

The pensiveness of the unknown,

And the sweetness of the moment.

Trustworthy,

Honorable,

Courageous.

I think of you

As an opening into a world unexplored.

Exciting, fearsome, beautiful precipice

Balanced between what was

And what is hoped to be.

You’re twisted into my imagination,

Popping strings of doubt

That vine around my heart

Protectively.

I think of you

Sweetly,

Drifting to sleep on a sea of unrequited dreams.

Fingers tangled in my hair.

I think of you often

And wonder at my sanity

And yours.

Longing for a moment when the last song stops

And the lyrics begin

As gentle as a lullaby

Whispering

I’m here.

I think of you.

So Daily was a Foolish, Foolish idea...

“Now I’m working nine to five like I can earn my own salvation, but there is no condemnation in You.
--Jimmy Needham

That’s the best part of my faith. There is no condemnation. You have freed me from any guilt or condemnation. Why is it that I don’t really believe that? If I truly believed that, I would be overly anxious to make sure everyone knew that. And I don’t feel pressured to try to make everyone understand that they are children of God, who are loved and free from the condemnation of the world.

“Child, you are forgiven and loved.”
--Jimmy Needham

I was reading the book Just Walk Across the Room by Bill Hybels, and he talks easily and frankly about what it is to be prompted by the Holy Spirit to step out in faith, to share this true faith with someone who might need it.  And that thought not only frightens me, but also repels me. And I don’t know why that is. The God that I know is loving, just, true, and a friend to me.  But I’m afraid that the God that I know will be misinterpreted, or that someone will prejudge the God that I know and think about Him as He is often represented by the world, and I don’t want that for God.  I guess I think that I can, or should, defend Jesus.  As if He needs my help to spread the word of who He really is! This is truly a pointless worry, isn’t it? My God is way more powerful than my feeble attempts, and He wants me to grow and learn and be closer to Him, which is why He asks me to step out in faith. There is no condemnation in you! How do we so easily forget that?