They held each other’s hands
as they watch the sun descend up on the waters.
they laid back upon that picnic blanket,
there by the lake,
as the moon arose.
“I thought I was alone in this world,” said one.
“Me too,” said the other.
“I’m glad we’re here,” said the first.
“Me too,” seconded the second.
And they cuddled and cooed
until Sun rose up again.
Here we are
standing on your balcony
singing gospel songs
across the valley
Old memories hang
like the raincloud overhead.
We sing to overcome their sadness.
We raise our voices high above
to the heavenlies.
We sing sweet harmonies
because it brings us joy.
“I’m polyamorous,” he said, smoking his cigarette.
“Meaning?” I said.
“I love many people. I don’t know how anybody can love just one,” he said.
He exhaled and watched the smoke rise.
“My best friends is going away,” he said, “not forever, but for a long time. I hope she’ll be happy.”
We leaned against the adjacent wall.
I imagined he did know how to love just one, and did. But who am I to know anything?
What do we mean when we discuss love and beauty?
The ads throw out those words all the time.
Just because those words sound nice doesn’t make them
any more worthwhile than “biscuit” or “hamburger.”
Love and beauty must be experienced to be real,
it lies in a hand-hold, it blossoms in a word of encouragement
With no effort at all, we can tear down someone struggling to get back up,
to believe in themselves.
We can believe in them. We can uphold their worth.
My friends, be there for those who need it
and we all need it from time to time.
Let us join together and not only sing, but live out the simple words,
“lean on me when you’re not strong.”
Life can knocks us out again sometimes,
like all those old cartoons where the clothes
are literally blown off the skin
and we’re left alone and embarrassed.
But you know what? Oh well,
“Naked I came into this world,
naked I shall leave,” says Job.
If that’s how we are, that’s how we’re gonna be
and we’re gonna be awesome too.
Birthday suits for all.
Through all things, blessed be the name of the LORD!
You look at me
I look at you
I play, you sing
We look to each other for clues,
for cues, a hint of dynamics,
truth behind the words.
Forget the tabs and chords and meter
We are experiencing something real here
Let us linger like a formata
inside this moment
Sing it; preach it;
do whatever you need
to get the Word out.
All that potential energy must be released
Do it in the manner of your choosing.
Do it well