Rocks falling
in the rain:
wounding pebbles
ticking into me,
killing boulders
looming not far behind.
Reading the news
feels like that most days,
like the air itself
is getting harder
and more dangerous.
There are those who say
we should all get inside
and stay out of this
if we know it’s going
to kill us. For me at least,
I think not.
I think
if I’m going to die
of something
let it be from
such steady stoning
as long as
I’m trying to stop it
from happening
to anyone else
in such a mean time
as this.

May 11th, 2017 at 11:35 am
It’s terribly tempting to shut my eyes, put my fingers in my ears, and sing Jesus loves me, while the world crashes around me. But the point of Jesus loving me is my becoming able to love others enough to lay down my life for them. I admit there are days I wish I didn’t know that.