3:03am

I am a sleeping sparrow
My blanket is my wings
And though I have the gift of song
I dare not choose to sing.

Six.

Quick to run
Quick to fall
Quick to slam against the wall
Quick to speak
Quick to shout
Quick to pour my whole self out.

3:05pm - God + Me

You are a rainstorm I'd gladly dance in.
The powerful pour down drenches me --
my clothes -- my hair.
I wear evidence that I did not escape --
I chose to stay.
And before I dry,
I'll take every oppourtunity to dance,
Until someone asks why I've been in the rain -
I'll grab their hand and we'll dance again.

Fences

Is it better to tear down all the walls, or shall we just build a gate?

2:50pm

Are you a burden or a blessing?
A heaven or a hell?
Between the two, I must say --
It's difficult to tell.