how do you explain
peace
to someone who's life
is in the hands
of chance?
how do you preach
love
to people who have no concept
of sacrifice?
can you paint a rainbow
for someone
blind from birth?
and how do you explain Jesus
without all of the above?

sanctification

why this burning?
flames and gold
so hot
it scalds my soul
purifying.
why this beating?
like threshing of harvest
leaving chaff
and tiny seeds.
sometimes I feel like
something is dying
only because
it is.
one day at a time
leaving in it's sordid wake
a little more room
for life.

An Allegory

Sometimes I wonder
If Babies ever feel this way
to think in another language
and have no translator.
the outpouring of their souls
small gurgly noises
in the ear of their listener.
Or do they even know
what it is they are trying to say?
Is it simply a feeling
they are doing their best to communicate?
100 stories and questions
mashed together
into that state of being
to which Webster lends no insight?
Or are they quite content
with their lot in life
resting in the assurance
of their providers
and perhaps laughing at us
from behind their tiny eyes
saying
I have 100 stories to tell you
my friend
I just don't know them all
yet.