Even when you know they’re coming.
The heart worn out.
The final breaths.
Even when you know they’re coming.
The heart worn out.
The final breaths.
It’s so absurd!
Love in a corner,
under a shelf,
shadowed love,
dusty love,
crinkly love;
young, ripe and bursting love;
the sad, agonizing,
longing kind;
listless love,
weary love,
angry and killing love;
bored, yellow, and
dutiful love – and
yes, even, waiting patiently:
God’s love,
quiet,
in no hurry at all.
Sometimes all you can do
is the dishes
At our petty squabbles
In midnight waking hour
Clinging to a ladder
hung from a copter,
trying to tie my shoe
Where do you
wring it out?
When that man called what he’s called did what he did
millions begged to be minions and wilt
You can’t be good by looking good.
You can’t be good by tricking someone
into thinking you are good,
or by having someone rewrite history
to say you are good.
You can only be good by being good.