"it is real" - a reflection

i remember the years past,
thick summer mornings on a bunk bed,
how those words stole me then,
and they took root so strong.
so ignorant,
i did not even know it,
that life passing from those words
through my wide eyes.

and sweet blooms i can see now,
so many years later.
blooms of rich colors,
my very breath, my blood.
i didn't even know then.
i gave of myself so early,
so trusting.

sweaty knees in
criss-cross-applesauce,
the smell of bug spray and earth,
the host of robins singing from outside the screen windows.
hallelujah,
i set myself up
to never find another love as good as He.

take it to the bank, jenny james

carnival in her head
ferris wheels and fireworks
blue, green, red
neon
streaking down a dark electric sky.

"who could pay attention," she sings
"with such as these?"
more wonderful scenes,
like a film projected inside her head
blue, green, red
so bright inside of her eyelids

jenny james can't even read
the computer screen
she scans one line nine times
over and over and over
like grandfather's typewriter-
click click click click, ding!
and all she sees are ferris wheels
fireworks, bold yellow suns
streaking down like joy-filled tears.

she doesn't think she's any good
at time skills, conversation,
at poetry or revelation,
just words from a girl with no
concentration
and a carnival inside her head.

well you can take it to the bank,
jenny james!
life life life
passionate swells, and song,
you've got it, jenny james!
you pulse with some kind of love
and jesus likes you just as you are.

happy poetry month!

self reflection; an april day

i am a beating pulse
a rhythm on a
deer-skin drum
melodic
as He hits his thumb
then fingertips
wrist
then palm.

i am a gentle crackling fire
blazing on the broken wood
the ash falls
and pieces of me
are carried
away
on the breeze

i am a desert sunset
a masterpiece each day
as He smears
colors of royalty,
in deep purple,
gold,
and red.