Dig

Loving through the music now.

Rain as down beat.

I keep time until Jesus says, “you don't need it!”

In the dark waiting until there is light enough to pray.

Day decides.

A lit candle.

A singing bowl.

A song in D minor.

Woven or tangled?

Creation is underway.

It's the cello, man . . . .the cello.

Writing with the pen in my mouth.

Writing with you in my mouth.

Writing with Christ knocking at the door.

Peace will not come until judgement is castrated.

Holding you in my hands.

Bread and olive oil on the tongue.

The world is burning and that's the plan.

I remember the sandstorms in Egypt and how we couldn't get out alive unless everyone was digging.

Dig.