Instructions Before Reading

I stand by the right to publish incomplete snippets. The point of this blog is to share life. If there is a unity in my life, it will become apparent what that unity is. No post is a complete thought, theology, worldview, or poem within itself, it must be taken within the context of the entirety of this blog, considerations of who I am in public as well as who I am in extreme situations like when I am forced to wake up at 4:30 in the morning to help my wife jump start her car in 20 degree weather.

I recognize my right as a flawed human being to do the following: 1) be wrong, 2) change my mind, 3) be inconsistent, 4) have improper grammar and spelling conventions. You are just as flawed, wrong, capricious, and prone to theological alteration as I am... so get over it.

Digging in the Sand

The house was too noisy.
The children were relentless tornado sirens.
 But you can't be the uncle Who tells children to shut up,
So I slipped away to sandy shores to dig.

 I found a log, near the embankment,
Next to a pile of charred wood.
It had been talked, and laughed, and sung over,
Inscribed with life,
Then seared by flame into ornate patterns.

 But I'm not here to share,
I'm here, alone, to dig,
To find a little rock to polish by throwing it to the waves.
They smash the stone against the sandy shore,
Over and over,
Until it yields something to share with the noisy children.
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