Where the Grass Takes Suck

Light knock, tender smiles that would go unrecognized at other hours.
In the gradual appearance of color we understand the sun approaches.
The moon is soft still like the subtle smile of a mother,
As if she has not stood watchful through the night.

Come with me to enjoy the earth's early drink,
To graze with our ankles where the grass takes suck,
And slip our feet over the crimson leaves
'Til our heels grow numb in eager silence.

Natural Magic

Heels crunch dry dragon skin
Beneath the branching arms;
And still a few scales linger above.

Soles
whistle:
crinkle, crackle, crinkle.

Fresh ancient dust coats ten toes
As natural magic igniting the face
In beams of wonder, pleasure, silence.

Elishama

I have been long in my wanderings;
I have been deep in this love
Of emotionless stiffness that hears no prayers,
That calls for one more sacrifice,
But never smiles at burning fumes
Nor breaths in the fragrance to refresh.

I have been hard at my obeisance;
I have been bloody at my knees,
But the unchanging face does not see.
Though tears pour down my cheeks
And I lay my face against the rocks,
This god does not turn to love me.

I have been long in my slavery;
I have been cut deep with the lash.
And I remember the stories I've heard
Of the God who hears and delivers
And brings His own back to Him.
I cry out under the burdens I've chosen.

You are timely in Your deliverance;
You are furious in Your wrath.
The gods I have worshiped lie at Your feet.
I fall down ashamed at my wandering ways.
But forgiveness is running in blood not my own
As You renew again the covenant of peace.