changing zip codes

a lot has happened since i last had a chance to move any of my writing from paper to here.  to sum it up quickly i would say that life has taken me to a new zip code.  i have shelved my dreams of birch trees and short growing seasons for awhile to set out on a different path.

so here we are, in washington, struggling to understand the precious nature of scant time, facing a large dose of mortality with a much smaller backdrop of God's majesty but with the certainty of God's hand.

recycle

i wish i could recycle

the life people throw away

i'd re-use, i'd re-purpose,

i'd re-deal discarded days

sift through all the rubble for

the time they long to grasp

repair links in broken chains

while others undo the clasp

because they didn't ask for 

24 more hours

24

more

i'll take theirs and 

make it ours

~kbh

what it is

i feel it deep inside of me

something i know you can see

because it climbs

and i know it comes though in my eyes.

it's a lot of caring 

and not a lot of knowing

about how to handle tears

or how to battle fears

of drowning

without telling you how to swim,

or that you'll somehow breathe without him.

it's a great big longing

with some uncertainty

it if's too soon for my style

of finding humor and coaxing a smile?

and laughing?

without skipping your time to cry

and allowing the sadness to run itself dry.

it's the knowledge that 

i haven't been there,

i haven't been where you are

life has not yet taken me that far.

but i want to

be present here with you,

set-up camp and sit with you

and together you and i

will watch the storm clouds in the sky

and pray for the rainbow.

~kbh