Bless you!

It's true.
that we, and me, and you
have got some problems
we've got some issues
but I am all run out of tissues.

So listen up,
and listen close.
Cause I'm all through with chasing ghosts
because they seem to slip right through my nets
(and the ghost busters haven't
called me back yet.)

So for now
I'll resort
to what I know:
the clouds and the trees show me how the wind blows
and the Father's love
it manifests
in beating hearts
in human chests

But we're too scared,
and we're too frightened!
He loved us first,
but we've forgotten.
and substitute
for something safer
cause His liability won't add up on paper.

(but) After all those meaningless
"Gdblesyoo"s
we're still sniffling
and we're still oozing
but it's completely of our choosing.

Jesus took a walk in all of our shoes
but we're too busy
counting our bruis-
is this very wise?
for people in our position
to choose their own pride
over the Great Physician?

To win in this life,
you've got to try and lose
Jesus understands all your "boo"s and "hoo"s
....but I don't
so don't look to me for pity
when we could change this town
and we could thaw this city
but still, indecision is the choice you choose
So I am all run out of tissues.

To Whom Much Is Given, Much Is Required

Once, a long, long time ago, (in fact I'm fairly certain I was still in a stroller,) we were at some sort of fair, and mom and dad bought me this really great balloon. It was shaped like a bunny's head. It was that foil, expensive kind, and they let me hold it. Even at the young age I was, I could sense the value of this bunny balloon.
It looked something like this:
Except... yknow, less creepy.
Anyhow.
Somehow, in the excitement and wonder happening around me, the string slipped out of my hand and floated up toward the sky. It joined the other freed spirits making their way towards the clouds. It didn't belong there... with all those other less fantastic, boring, round balloons. I was so mad. I cried and cried and cried. I remember thinking, How could they just place something of that sort of value in my hand?
Fools! I'm a frekin toddler, what do you expect? Get me a replacement! I demand it.
But, my dad let out an annoyed sigh at the waste, and the stroller pushed on, with me weeping at my lost balloon. I knew another one was not to come.

There's times I feel as though I'm still that little girl, holding onto something that I know is of far greater worth than I'm qualified to carry.

After that incident, I always held balloon strings so tight it made little fingernail marks in my skin, even though the balloon I held then had much less comparative worth. Even the very young know what it is to live with regret.

"TPS"

Rocking back in a broken chair
The smell of the road
still in your hair
You told tales of what you'd been shown.

A cigarette perched like a bird in your hand
With smoke for its wings
and nowhere to land
You said it was good to be home.

Have Heart, My Dear

Take in all the imperfections.
throb out something,
something good.
Take a cup of oxygen
with you, like a good heart should
Keep it steady,
force it through the
passages and artfully
cycle, cycle
(never resting)
to every extremity.