28 Feb 2011

Dismissed

There is a sadness in my bones, today

thoughts come

I live between little ridges on quarters

The worn, marked places

That are neither heads nor tails,

It knows no perversion, yet.

I live in the reality of memory

The terrible, beauty of present history

That is neither reconcilable nor repeatable,

It knows only pauses.

I live with the tension

The binary, goodness of our pursuits

That are neither holy nor pure,

It knows not shalom or sheol.

I live around converters

The grimy, puzzled territory

That is neither satisfied nor unsettled,

It knows only adulterated intentions.

I live inside hearts

The tender, syncopated enigma

That is neither beating nor buried,

It knows nowhere to run.

There is a sadness in my bones, today

thoughts come and prick at my heart.

5 thoughtful people jotted me a note

1. Leaha Shaikh on March 3, 2011 at 10:20 PM

   "I live between little ridges on quarters
   The worn, marked places
   That are neither heads nor tails,
   It knows no perversion, yet."
   
   You write with beautiful imagery and metaphor here...like sadness is something you can hold in your hand or carry in your pocket...and perhaps you can spend it just as easily as picking it up...like loose change. But still, those little ridges on quarters are thin places and thin places are tough. Very raw.

    
2. emwat on March 4, 2011 at 6:18 PM

   You are truly destined to influence peoples and nations with your words.
   
   Keep writing. You were born to do this.

    
3. Ashley Crandall on March 22, 2011 at 11:03 AM

   That's beautifully and perfectly written and such a vivid and vulnerable picture of where you're at. Its tough living in the tension yet its where life is and you do an amazing job at standing right in the chasm and setting up camp; where most others run you sit and stay, with the least of these, the broke and bruised... you truly understand what it means to merely be a begger telling the other beggers where the bread is at and the life and hope that gives others. You've taken such bold steps in obedience and i'm encouraged! Stepping out of the boat ain't easy... you're doing it anyway.
   Keep writing, its your calling and the world needs the beauty and honesty it brings

    
4. emwat on March 24, 2011 at 12:22 AM

   amen ashley.

    
5. Britt Linde on May 8, 2011 at 7:51 PM

   i want more.
   
   "I live in the reality of memory
   The terrible, beauty of present history
   That is neither reconcilable nor repeatable,
   It knows only pauses."
   
   i must've read this 15 times.
   
   this is what i love about your writing.