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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.

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

Proof

From a smudge
A half hidden spot of
Pale light that did less to
Illumine the darkness
Than give proof
To just how
Dark it was.


I waited for my soul
To blister
in the light of
that smudge
that reflected -
barely -
in the tatters of
skittering clouds,
high above
silvered pavement
and drifting snow.

I waited for my soul
to blister
for my skin 
to spark.
I wait for fire to
fill me
and move me
in the pale and
simmering light
of smudged darkness.
I wait for
proof,  
was flooded 
with doubt.
Still I dance in smudged
darkness, on silvered
pavement and drifting
snow. I wait,
dancing.