Dying to Live

Weary weary, silent night, tomorrrow too long but quickly comes, hunt and gather, wait, grief for the unseen, the left behind, rolling against wakes, a sea that employs me, man and nature - creations in kind, but both disowning a soul. Lament, spirit pressed, what is will without hope, hope without purpose separated from my own humanity, unknown, unknown.Call my name, let me hear it's meaning, call it in assault, derision, or death, but speak.A dwelling to come, but never home, ground not higher but firm, a place to return as dust, buried without judgment, returning uncalled, joy bypassed.I breathe, divineness courses through this corpse, I lie not down, with power to bless, I take it up, man, body, soul, mind, strength, passion, aching, mourning meets choice.I LIVEKip Powell

Daily Prayer

Let today be one of discovery. Open my mind and my heart. Remove the veil and show me Thy mysteries. Let me be bold in my desire and find delight in my presumption. Your will I long for all the day and trust to find with each breath and heartbeat. How will I trust in my state of wonder? Allow me to be ignorant to distress and anxiety and have pleasure in nothing at all but the things hoped for and not seen and nurture the seed of my faith. Bless this day and house and all that are in