found wanting

I am in agony.
I am the earth,
and the wisdom of my stewards
has been found wanting.
Corrupted by the curse
they have so eagerly earned,
I now hoarsely whisper
what once I shouted...
GLORY!

I am in agony.
I am the earth,
and I echo the cry
of all creation: Come!
Come soon, Lord Jesus!

Note To Self

Think you can pray
‘cause you skipped a few meals?
Call yourself a warrior
‘cause you read some books?
Get off your knees, your face, your high horse,
and show me how you changed the world!

myself the breeze

Thinking myself the breeze
I pass easily,
finding myself
beyond steepness, cedar,
barbed wire and tangled hedge,
confronting backlit bluestem,
gramma, switchgrass,
streaking whitetail,
glory.

Thinking myself the breeze
I pass easily,
finding myself.