Thursday, October 18, 2007

some poems

The Hitch-Hiker

I see you
Do i know that you see me?
You stand, for me, at a gap
Two things rage against one another
One tells me you're Jesus
My hand holds tightly, the steering wheel
Another says have the wisdom of a serpant
I don't understand
My eyes roam elsewhere
But you beckon and call me

7/30/07

Rolling silently
Filled-a liquid sky
Undistinguished between the streaked
Sky and the painted waters
Red against blue
Orange against lavender
The waters declare
The glory of the heavens
"Ye lights of evening find a voice"
Your kingdom is here
The seaweed sways to the rhythm of
Your waters - It's alive!
It waits for You
Your winds move the waters
Even now

3 comments:

Wes said...

will you be in oklahoma around thanksgiving? i would love to see you.

Matt said...

Wow Chris, I love the hitchhiker comment. I've had the same struggle. Once I even listened to Jesus!!

http://catchingmeddlers.com/2007/03/29/sweet-hitchhiker/

Matt said...

Errr...not comment, but poem. :-S