The bare-ing trees sigh and sway with the weight of
winter coming. Stripped clean of life,
they seem to know in their spindly bones
a far greater glory awaits them, if
they hunker down and weather the blessing
of cold, clean rest.
Winter is coming, and it is a welcome reprieve
from the world.
I parked in the middle of the giant puddle
on purpose. There would be
no way of getting away from it, no way
to avoid the slosh and splatter.
But I didn’t care.
I Just wanted to remember what it felt like to be
careless. Not in the sense of neglect,
but in the sense of casting aside the baggage
brokenness that makes me
pinched and mean and more
like the things that broke me
than who God formed me to be,
Before the pain bent me.
I parked in the puddle, dressed
in my Sunday best, so I could
remember the joy and stand straight
in His sanctuary.
“For sin will have no dominion over you, since you are not under law but under grace…” Romans 6:14 (ESV)
the wonder of not knowing
people see me,
bike riding to the village without
a care, because everything
then was good.
maybe that’s the hardest part of watching
my sons grow up. Now
they’ll realize they have to be
careful. because the world is
and it does not understand.