HUNGER

(edit: 4/27/08)

my belly is proof of it,
my senses longing
for the sweet things.
sugar and cars,
stereos and jewelry,
new hardwood floors,
an hdtv and magazines,
a diamond and pearl
and a new gold ring.
i hunger to live simply,
unattached to fads and trends,
never bothered by donuts
and diet soda. i want to wake up
at dawn by the nudge of the first rays
of sun, feel full on gratitude
and a day where i may serve the Lord.
what a world this would be
if I surrendered to be nourished
and lived on in Truth aware and blessed.

haiku

as birds watch
a girl sings
to the daffodils

Touching Faith

you have your doubt
because doubt
is the bars of a cage
you believe in.
you see only
a blurred world of illusion.
still gently as the breath prays
the soul dreams its way
out of every prison people create,
including the fear
that leads to lack of belief.
Lover, it's your heart we seek
inside our own. you have felt
the breath of Him on your skin
until you named it wind.
how can we know
we dress things in our own
sense of limitation?

if i placed a star in the palm of your hand,
you would feel the way
the earth feels when it becomes
a mother to a forest of seeds.
behold the star now.
if you believe it
is what you view from earth,
balance it in the palm of your hand.
if you can't, you have touched Truth,
allowing your heart the faith
of the entire universe.

(a rough draft still in progress)