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I write, mostly to keep my head from exploding. It threatens to do that a lot. My blog is the pixelated version of all the voices in my head. I tend to dive into what connects me to God, my community, my family and my doubt. I do a lot of searching, not as much finding. I’m good with that. I have learned, finally, to live comfortably in the gray. In the meantime, I wrestle with God, and my doubt and my joy.

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

#BlogElul 26 - Hope

Hope is the moon seen through
skittering clouds
or leaves that have been dusted
by Midas
or maybe by Ms Borgia:
all dusty,
almost brittle red and gold.
It waxes and wanes
and hangs smugly
in a charcoal sky,
like the half smile of a
drunken god.

It is nothing like the Sun
that rules in splendor
and burns

I respond to its tidal rhythms
An eternal dance
that moves me,
batters me,
carries me.
Even so,
 I see it only through
the boughs of trees
and skittering
clouds.