a poem for Easter Sunday

let it all fall.
moan, weep,
release fear to prayer’s wings
& breathe,
fully honor this movement from loss
to recovery,
& though still soaked of downpour, sing.
sing life into lung
deep into soul’s longing
& stoke passion’s blazing response
to Son’s light, and the miracle
of a body, revived.




this just came to me today as i've been working on some 'voice' stuff. i snapped this amazing sunset photo on the way home from Wimberley, Tx one night.

Praise be to God.