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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.

Monday, April 13, 2015

I Remember

I remember the absence of sound,
Deeper than silence
And more lonely,
Like the moment just
Before creation,
all stretched and
attenuated, waiting,
except there was no time
to measure 
eternity,
so waiting was
Now.

I wait for God to
say my name,
so that I will come to be.

So that I will 
once again remember
the scent of blue 
and the feel of sand 
between my toes,
and how my hand fit 
against the gentle curve of 
your face.
I will once again remember 
all that was taken.

And so I wait,
in this absence of sound,
I wait for God
to remember
my name.