I want to be alive, 

and I want the world to be alive. 

But most importantly, I want the world to be alive in me. 


The Dirt that Lingers 

I search for inspiration in the chaos,

but the room is dark.

I search for the light switch, 

but I’m stumbling. 

I clumsily walk in circles, 

with the blind fold of guilt.

It cripples me.

I long for passion,

for the faith that never falters.

And when I’m lacking just the slightest bit…

I feel dirty. 

I feel the opposite of what I long to be,

Even when there is only but a smudge of dirt. 

With the Wind

The wind is like Your breath;

Breathing over and renewing parts of me that feel inadequate. 

Each gust more present than the one before,

Reminding me I am right where I belong,

That I’m not walking on my own, but surrounded by Love on every angle.

I remember, as I brush the hair that has blown across my face,

That you designed every aspect of me, internally and externally. 

You know who I am in this moment,

Who’ve I’ve been before,

And You say “I will be with you always,”

Even into the parts unknown…

And though I try to go to deeper lengths to explain this momentary feeling, 

I realize that what has been said is enough. 

I am secure.

I am safe. 

I am where I belong with the one who designed me. 

I am with the One who controls the wind and lets it blow around me, 

In hopes that I’d take just a moment to see this mystery.