#2: Heart House

You could walk right through the door to my heart
You made it
My heart
The door
The locks
You know what's inside
You designed it
What's working
What's been worn down
broken

You know all this

and yet You stand there as if I need to give You the keys
when You could just speak
the words You speak to part seas
and calm them

You still knock
and ask if You may come in
waiting for me to give You the keys
not so You can come and go as You please
cuz You'll never leave
but so I give my trust
my love
and You can claim my heart
as Your own
Your home


Knock Knock.

Excitement Laced in Cool Air

It's like I can feel myself breathe
cool coursing down my wind pipes
awakening
everything that didn't even know
it wasn't fully alive
and seeing it
hhhaahh
color unseen air white then hide again reminds me
someone was right
we are but a mist

It's like Eclipse Polar Ice chewing gum
running itself all around my insides
I breathe in
polar bears and penguins dancing to the rhythm of snowflakes touching the ground
each emitting it's own melody
with a mist of powdered ease

My vision becomes sharper
my senses enhanced
anticipation and excitement laced in every breath of air
sticking to my lungs like sweet sour
shock tarts

I'm ready

Twenty

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'Nothing happens at 20!'

'Yeah, you're just not a teenager anymore.'

'One more yeeeeearrr!!!'

'Have you thought about your 21st?'

To tell you the truth, I'm very okay with being at this in-between kinda age

cuz i'm at an in-between kinda stage in my life

Nothing too exciting

just keeping steady

ready for what I'm supposed to do next

kinda like waiting for break-time to be over

I'm fine resting, just come along when You're ready and say what needs to be done

I'll stretch out a little bit and then walk along side You

anticipating this new life like a kid looking out a window waiting for Daddy to come home

So no, I haven't thought about my 21st

cuz I'm just fine with Twenty first

Little Strummer Girl

I just wanted to come and play for him

Would you mind?

I won't be too loud

Just a little melody to help him sleep tonight

I don't have a drum

but I have this guitar to strum

I'm not great

but something told me he wanted me to come

to even just play one song

cuz he wants me here with him

to sing him into his first day

I don't know why

he could have anybody here

but as I peer into his eyes

he's not surprised to see me

and though surprise should meet me

knowing he's never seen me

but seeing him smile like he's known me all the while

peace greets me

Little Strummer Girl, play for my Son

He and I have come for you

it's true

Play the song you

have tonight

I'll have my stars out shining bright

Light will come and kiss the Earth

as your words lightly kiss His face

Come strum, Strummer Girl

Show Him what, to you, I gave

to paint this night with colors of praise

Strr-um-ba-dum-dum

Home

Mmm

Long day

I come and lay into

the cool side of my pillow

the warmth waiting for me

in between my sheets

breathe

air filling
my head on your chest
inhaling fresh linen
the raw smell of your skin
the holy embrace you hold me in


I'm home

Procrastination

Frick.

Second Name

I got a second name

I don't know if you heard

it came available for me to get when the Word became flesh

and turned

the whole world around

a world caught in a dimension, 1

expanded into 3D through the Father, Spirit and Son

3D now I see the earth and every person

in a whole new light

cuz I been given a whole new life

with my

second name

dripping in His fame

I don't even exist anymore

praise GOD I don't exist anymore

I'm claimed

sealed off to be part of this

3D world of reversal

tables turned

the poor called the richest

and the least the greatest

the fools that think themselves wisest

lying on the bottom of the VIP list

sinners sitting at the table of God

sipping fine wine

dining on food not just for their bodies but their souls

sinners like me given second names

for a second chance to stand and change

be changed

be in awe of the ways

their lives play out

when our lives like cracked concrete broken

drink and soak in the rain

we see roses that growses up beneath our toses

a fragrance so smooth reaching up to our noses

supposes that there's definitely more to me

than cracked open broken concrete

No, I'm those roses budding and flowering

opening my soul to those bees

which then pollinate the trees

spreading seeds back to the earth

growing more Beauty through concrete

appeasing a Beautiful God

making Beautiful from flawed

yes, that's the world I belong to

and so do you

we're all meant to have second names

second chances to stand and change

a man named Bitter

renamed Sweet

a woman named Abandoned

renamed Reclaimed

and me?

A girl named Elise

a.k.a. Needing Approval From People Instead of God

renamed Standing on Her Own Two Feet Upon the Rock of Her King

I got a second name

I don't know if you heard

Word became flesh and turned

this mess around

with songs sounding freedom like trumpets

grace like rain

I know now, pain and refining

the tears that I was crying

were not in vain

cuz I got my second name

Disclaimer: Two things that influenced this poem

Tupac Shakur's "The Rose That Grew From Concrete"

The "Moses Supposes His Toses Were Roses" Song

Analogy #1: Stinky People

So I've been going back and forth on this idea, cuz I think it's kinda lame, but fun at the same time, and decided to just start it. What the heck, right?

Every so often, I'll notice something and God will show me something about Himself or life in it. So these are those.

Warning: Squirt-canned cheesiness may appear at the top of these portions of thoughts. Please spoon it off, eat it if you like, and pay attention to what's underneath. I hope it'll be worth it, even if it only makes you stop and think for a little while before you start your day again.

Stinky People

Ten days before Thanksgiving, 3 of my friends and I went on the Daniel fast (only eating fruits and vegetables). The first few days, I was stinky, all around: my breath stank, my bodily gases (aka FARTS) stank...among other things =) I texted my friends to express my wonder at the smells that my body was producing. One of them texted back and said, "It's cuz all that stink is inside you and the food is cleaning you out!"

Hm.

So being cleaned out means...being stinky? I thought cleaning=shiny, pine-sol smelling, dust-freeness, but this cleaning was different. This cleaning needed to get all the crap inside of me out before 'clean' was achieved.

And that made me think.

If we are a people being refined and cleaned from the inside out by a Bread and a Water that is not of this world, we should stink spiritually. It should be noticeable to us and to the people around us (stinky Jesus farts in yo FACE!).

Ahem...excuse that.

Anyway, what I'm saying is if I'm fully allowing myself to be consumed by a consuming, ferocious God, then I shouldn't be able to control it. If I'm fully surrendered to it, it'll be out of my hands, and my spiritual stink should inhabit the air around me, showing the world that stink maybe isn't so stinky. Maybe we've been too comfortable with breathing our own air and we need Jesus to come, clean us out, and change the way we breathe. Maybe He's making stinky normal, even sweet.

I know I have a problem with being stinky. I don't like standing out if I'm stepping on people's toes or making someone uncomfortable. It's something that God is gently showing me how to give to Him.

But in our surrender, getting lost in the wondrous, consuming fire that our God is, let's be okay with being stinky. God sure delights in it. I should too.

So let's go friends. Let's go cut some Sweet Jesus Farts. Stink it up! Cheeeeee heeee!